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“I can’t believe you caused a Hell-wide power outage over some stupid little crush” Velvette said, not looking up from where she was painting Valentino’s nails.
“What?!” Vox screeched, incredulous. “I do NOT have a crush on ALASTOR!”
“Yeah, Vel, didn’t you hear? He hates Alastor.” Valentino said with a giggle, sarcasm oozing from his voice.
“Hates him so much that he has cameras all over the princess’s little hotel?” Velvette also giggles.
“A little creepy.” said Valentino, in a sing-song voice.
“Yeah, and that really means something coming from him!”
Val and Vel kept up their little jokes, but Vox wasn’t listening to them anymore. He was too focused on his monitors to bother listening. Alastor and Lucifer were arguing. Alastor even said, “fuck you”! He never said “fuck you” to Vox. Heartbroken, he continued to watch as the two got close to one another, practically in each other’s faces arguing. Vox whimpered a little, glitching out. Alastor didn’t even want to get near him.
“I’m going out.” he announced, a little too loudly, not even listening for Velvette’s little hum of acknowledgement.
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He found himself at CHEAP EARL’S: Inn, Convention Center, Bar, Apartments, & Grocery! talking to the bartender, Cheap Earl himself. I mean, God forbid he actually hire employees. He was slightly drunk and babbling on about Alastor as Cheap Earl only partially listened.
“And THEN they started SINGING! That’s our thing! And- HEY! Are you even listening to me? C’mon, man, there’s nobody else in here!”
Cheap Earl just shrugged. He didn’t talk much, but he resigned himself to listen to Vox bitch and moan about Alastor. He nodded for Vox to continue.
Vox opened his mouth to speak again when the bell above the door chimed, indicating someone else was coming in. Both men turned to look at who it was, I mean, Vox was pretty much Earl’s only patron. The other two Vees walked in.
“Aha! See, I told you we’d find him here!” Vel exclaimed, hopping over to the bar where Vox sat. Valentino didn’t reply, he just blew gently on his drying nails and ordered some pink fruity cocktail. Cheap Earl came back with a beer.
“What the fuck is this?” Val said, annoyed. Earl just shrugged. “We don’t have any of whatever the Hell you just ordered.” he mumbled, leaving the room altogether. Vox reached over and grabbed the bottle, chugging it in a good four seconds.
“You should talk to him.” Vel said gently, going behind the bar to grab a bottle of vodka.
“To who?”
“To Alastor you idiot!” Valentino exclaimed, annoyed.
“Wz-wx-what?! No, no, no, no, no! That’s NOT happening.” Vox’s voice glitched as he hiccupped.
“Just confess your little crush so he can squash your heart, and we can all move on with our lives.” Val reached for the vodka as well, pouring a few shots for himself before deciding just to drink straight from the bottle.
“Fx-fz-first of all, it’s NOT a cz-cx-crush! Second of ax-az-all, what makes you think he’d rx-rz-reject me? I mean, I’m mx-mz-me! I’m fucking great! He’d be lx-lz-lucky to have me!”
Vel and Val spoke at the same time:
“He absolutely would be lucky to have you, honey,” said Vel.
“Pfft. Yeah right.” said Val.
Vox- slightly teary eyed- glared over his bottle at Valentino.
“Oh, fuck off. I wish. I don't know, I wish he’d stayed gone. Then I wouldn’t have to feel so… so… cx-cz-confused!”
“So, you admit it, hm? You do like him!” Valentino said teasingly.
“01011001 01100101 01110011. Ax-az-ack! Maybe.” Vox said, heavily glitching as random code flashed on his screen.
“Great! That’s all we needed! Thanks Vox!” Velvette said, jumping up, giddy.
“Wz-wx-wait, what?”
“Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it. C’mon Val, let’s go!”
“Hz-hz-hey! Where are yo-” before he could finish his sentence, the other Vees were out the door.
Cheap Earl crept back into the room once he heard the door close.
“That was weird, rz-rx-right?”
Cheap Earl nodded, looking wary.
“Oh well. Can I get another whiskey?”