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Summary
“What made you do it?” Angel Dust slurs out. He’s high. His antenna twitched in irritation. Great, just how Vox wanted to spend his evening babysitting. Vox isn’t sure what the spider took, but Charlie isn’t going to be happy if he has more drug stashes hidden around; that’s not Vox’s job, though.
Vox throws down the towel he’s using to shine the cocktail glasses. “Pardon?”
“What made you sell your soul?” Vox lets out a screech of static, the edges of his screen black out, and then his entire vision goes back. Vox raises a hand up and smacks his casing a few times to get his screen to come back on.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Or Angel and Vox get a chance to talk.
Series
- Part 6 of Bartender Vox Week