We open up in a dark room with a single light shining on Angel Dust, tied to a chair. He struggled to free himself as his captor paces in front of him.

Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust?

Angel: Yeah, and what's it to ya?

The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.

Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault!

Angel: *laughs, unbothered* It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.

The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.

Captor: Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya.

Angel: Do your worst.... *seductively smiles* ...daddy~

The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel. We zoom out, revealing that this is just one of Angel's porn shoots being played on the Hotel TV. Sir Pentious, Charlie, and Crystal were creeped out, Niffty was smiling, and Jesse watched with disappointment.

Angel (On TV): ...Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!

Angel: You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award!

Charlie: It's, uh... very... honest...? Oh! *turns away and shields her eyes*

Vaggie: Ew!

Crystal: *shields eyes* Please tell me when it's over!

Jesse: Eh, I've seen and even fucked better than this guy. Val needs to find guys who actually know how to rail someone.

Crystal: Not helping!

Jesse: What, it's true. *shrugs*

Angel (On TV): Oh, harder, daddy!

Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen, before turning her head away to avoid watching, with her hand covering her mouth this time.

Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.

Vaggie tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her own hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare.

Vaggie: Angel, what the fuck?

Angel: What?! You said it was "Show n' Tell" day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.

Jesse: *snickers* The fuck kind of name is that?

Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.

Angel looks behind them to Husk who was cleaning a wine glass.

Angel: *laughs, angry* Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?

Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?

Angel: *gasps* Fuck you. This is classy art!

Angel (On TV): OH! FUUUCK!!

Sir Pentious covers his eyes at the sight, while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching.

Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point. *gestures to Sir Pentious* That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep! *to Charlie* Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.

Charlie: What?! No, I-- what? Pffff, no, no...

Husk: *to Vaggie* This one, judges everyone and everything because she hates herself.

Vaggie frowns before groaning.

Husk: *to Crystal* She's a goody twos-shoes to everyone she meets, sometimes too much for her own good.

Crystal: At least I can scare the shit out of people who try to mess with me and my friends. That's a plus, right?

Husk: Do you have the guts to back it up though?

Crystal in response, transforms into a taller and more demonic looking version of herself with a chilling voice.

Crystal: Yes I do~

Husk: *shrugs, completely unfazed before looking to Jesse* He entertains others to help repress some personal trauma.

Jesse: *laughs nervously* Whaaattt? The fuck you on about, mate?

Crystal shifts back and looks to him with sympathy.

Crystal: You too? Wanna talk about it?

Crystal tries to hug him, but he moves away.

Jesse: It's eh, I don't want to talk about it. It's something I ain't proud of.

Crystal: *looks down* I don't blame you.

Husk: *to Niffty* And Niffty? Heh... You don't even want to know what her deal is.

Jesse: I already do, and its that she's obsessed with me!

Husk: Believe me, fox. that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Husk drinks from his bottle of whiskey he is holding as Angel laughs and kicks his legs.

Angel: You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow! Kitten's got claws~!

He gestures claws with his hand while looking to the side at Husk flirtatiously, causing his eyes to widen and his eyebrows to raise at that. Angel places his hand underneath Husk's chin, turning his head to face him closely as his hand adjusts against his cheek with his other holding the bottom of Husk's hand.

Angel: *seductively* Meow!

Husk immediately breaks away from his grasp and points at Angel with his index finger, rather annoyed, causing Angel's eyes to widen and eyebrows to rise in surprise from the sudden move.

Husk: And you! *Scoffs* Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are.

Angel: Oh ho ho, me? Fake? Wow, I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass. And-- *phone vibrates and rings* Hold that thought. *answers the phone* Hello? Uh, yeah I'm-I'm... No, No, I just, I... *nervously* No, I-I'm not... But, uh... Yeah, I'll be right there. *hangs up* Well, uh... Looks like Val needs me for an... Uh-- emergency shoot!

Husk: Uh-huh, sure.

Jesse: Again with him? Angel, its a little concerning how much he calls you. I'm starting to worry-

Angel: You know what? Fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender or some fucking hybrid demon punk thinks a' me. So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critics.

Husk grows annoyed at his comment while Jesse huffs in anger with his ears laid flat like his feelings had been hurt. Angel flips them off, putting on his shades. Husk growls and glares at him while Jesse turns and walks away, taking deep breaths. Crystal grabs his shoulder.

Crystal: Are you okay? People don't usually get to you that easily-

Jesse: *slightly stern* I'm fine!

Crystal: Oh uh, okay.

Crystal looks down while Jesse walks away. Once out of sight, he drops the serious attitude and wipes a few tears away. Charlie sprints after Angel.

Charlie: Angel, you can't leave yet! We haven't finished our exercises for the day!

Angel: I'm sure you'll manage without me.

Angel opens the door, but Charlie shuts the door and steps between him and the door, trying to block him from leaving.

Charlie: There isn't much time left for the hotel to prove itself-

Angel places his hands on his hips and waist, growing annoyed and facepalming, trying to remain calm before taking off his shades with one hand, and placing another on Charlie's shoulder.

Angel: Dollface, it's my job. I know you want to fix everything but unless you can fix my boss, there's nothing you can do.

Charlie frowns at what he said Angel moves her out of the way to the door, opens it, puts his shades back on, and slams the door and leaves. Jesse comes back more calm and cool, with his duel-neck guitar. He sits down and starts playing a calming tune.

Charlie: Uuugh, why is this so hard? What am I doing wrong?!

Vaggie: Well, I mean... You're the princess of Hell.

Charlie: So?

Vaggie: So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which I love about you, but maybe you can... I don't know, command a little more... Authority?

Charlie: *whines* But that's so mean...!

Jesse: That's kinda the point, mate! You gotta stick it to em and show you ain't no one to fuck with!

Crystal: Exactly, what he said!

Vaggie: It's not mean, exactly. It's... uh, aggressive kindness.

Jesse: Not at all how I'd put it, but okay.

Vaggie: Not helping!

Jesse: Just saying, sheila!

Charlie: Okay... I could be so aggressively kind to Angel's boss... That I convince him to let Angel spend more time at the hotel!

Vaggie: Sure, whatever gets you there, babe.

Cut to Angel working at the porn studio. Valentino supervises and Travis appears as a director.

Angel: Ohhh! Daddy, I... uhhhh... Uhh...

Angel reaches behind and underneath one of the pillows and grabs a paper to re-read the script before scoffing.

Angel: Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?

Valentino: Just improv it. You think anyone watches for the dialogue?

He points to Travis who nervously shakes his head.

Valentino: Action!

A gang of four demons slam the door open and enter the room, preparing to initiate the sex scene as raunchy music plays.

Angel: Oh, no. So many burglars... *seductively* and only one me! Whatever shall I do? 

Angel quickly glances back at the script before hiding it and setting it aside.

Angel: I guess I'll have to do all of you!

One demon grabs and pins Angel to the bed.

Angel: Ohh! So what are you gonna do ta' me...

Angel hears the door squeak open as Charlie suddenly enters the studio. His eyes widen in a panic.

Angel: Charlie?!

Rocky: Uh, my name's Rocky.

Angel: *gets up* No one gives a shit.

Charlie: Oh, so this is where the magic happens!

As Charlie looks around she nearly bumps into a female actor who just got done taking her bra off. Charlie blushes and shuffles back quickly and awkwardly from how close she accidentally was to her.

Charlie: Oh, wow, that is--

Charlie gasps and her blush disappears as she sees another male actor get slathered in oil.

Charlie: That is a lot..!

Angel then appears, putting on a robe and gently takes Charlie by her hand diverting her attention while he still sounds panicked.

Angel: What in the ever-loving fuck are you doing here?!

Charlie: I am the Princess of Hell, Angel, and I go where I please. *whispering softly* I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel. Now, where's your boss?

Just as Charlie looks around and is about to walk away, Angel tries to gently but firmly grab her by the hand and pulls her away, frightened.

Angel: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are going nowhere near Val--

Valentino: Angel! What is the fucking hold up?!

Angel: I'm coming!

Valentino: Not off-camera, you're not!

Angel gently pushes Charlie back towards the door and opens it as she stands there.

Angel: Please, please, just wait, wait until I'm done working and we will talk about this, I promise. But first, you've gotta go-

Valentino: Aaaah, Your Majesty!

Angel: *whispers* Oh, shit.

Valentino: *walks over to them* Welcome to my humble sex dungeon. What can I do for such a...

He pushes Angel behind him as he bends down and leans towards Charlie. He takes Charlie's left arm and pulls up her suit sleeve as he lecherously licks and slurps Charlie's arm, leaving a trail of his saliva.

Charlie: *grossed out* Ah, uh, no, thank you.

Valentino: Mm! Lovely specimen! You don't want a role, do you? Because I can make you a star, make us both richer than, well, your papito--

Charlie: Fuck noooo! Uh, I-I'm sorry. I have come to aggressively, kindly speak with you about Angel.

Valentino stiffens slightly when she mentions that, eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised in suspicion. Angel waves his hands and gestures for her to stop from behind him.

Charlie: Later, of course. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your work.

Valentino snaps his head to the side, peering over his shoulder and scowls at Angel as he grows more worried.

Valentino: Well then, make yourself comfortable, Your Majesty, and enjoy the show.

Valentino motions everyone to get back to work as he sits down.

Valentino: Well, let's take this shit from the top!

Travis: *laughs* Action!

Angel: Oh, wow, mister robbers. I sure hope you don't hurt me with those... Big guns of yours.

Rocky: Don't move, you spicy little, uuh, cock sleeve or else I'll...

They have trouble focusing though since Charlie can be heard whispering to one of the crew members holding the boom mic.

Valentino: Cut! What the fuck is going on with this?!

Charlie: Ooh! I'm sorry... Were we too loud? I was just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel!

Valentino: Not at all, Princess! It doesn't bother me one bit...!

Val held a fake smile as he glares and gnashes at Angel as he shrinks forward, uneasy.

Charlie: You know, this scene feels awfully violent. If you want help with the script, maybe I can pitch some scenarios that are more whole-- woah!

Charlie unfortunately trips over a cable which creates sparks and starts a fire.

Charlie: Okay. Okay. Ah, ah okay. That-that, that's on fire!

Angel: Oh shit....

Everyone runs away screaming as the room burns down. Charlie tries to put out the fire, to no avail. Valentino glares at Angel Dust menacingly. Valentino watches everything play out, eyes wide before he grits his teeth, standing up from his chair in annoyance.

Charlie: Oh, god. Okay, uh, do you have any-- Can I get a fire extinguisher?

Charlie takes off her suit jacket and begins swaying it up and down, trying to put out the fire, but still to no avail, as the screams and running continue.

Charlie: I am so sorry. I ruined your movie. I ruined your movie. 

Angel watches everything as he sits on the bed, backed against the pillows, blinking with a mortified expression. His pupils shrink when he sees Valentino's dark figure standing still in the midst of the fire, glaring at him.

Charlie: Oh, my God. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry! Noooooo!

Valentino growls and flaps his wings once, extinguishing the fire in an instant. Angel gets off of the bed quickly, reaching underneath, grabbing and putting on his robe.

Angel: Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck...

Charlie: Oh, my gosh, I am so, so, so, so sorry. I-- I can clean this up. I-- I can--

Valentino: Don't you worry your pretty blonde head about it. We have people for that. *turns to Angel* Angel... can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?

Angel runs off to Val, leaving a concerned Charlie, who reaches to stop him. Angel enters the dressing room, worried and scared, as a fuming Valentino appears from behind the door, slamming it shut. He approaches Angel menacingly as he turns around with his hands raised up in defense.

Angel: Val, I didn't know that--

Before Angel can continue, Valentino grunts in annoyance as he smacks the back of his hand hard across the side of Angel's face, giving his right eye a black eye. He stumbles back in pain, holding the side of his face with his hand as he tries to speak again.

Angel: Val, I--

Angel grunts as Valentino grabs the collar part of his robe and holds him up close to his face, extremely pissed off.

Valentino: You really think you can have Lucifer's little bitch fight your battles for you?!

He throws Angel back, sending him colliding back against a chair that he anxiously shuffles around. He is visibly scared, gasping and panting out of breath. Valentino growls as he walks closer to Angel, who is still trying to explain.

Angel: Val, please, I'm sorry... She's--

Valentino: You bring her here to protect you? To fuck with me?!

He reaches his left arm out to Angel with his hand open to touch or possibly grab his chest fluff as Angel backs himself away in the corner of the room in fear, instinctively grabbing his robe to try and cover his chest. Red cigar smoke circles around the back Angel's wrists like cuffs, binding them together. Valentino grabs Angel by the neck and forcefully drags him back before slamming and pinning him down to the couch, causing Angel to yell in pain.

Angel: Val, stop!

Valentino: You think she can get you out of work?!

Angel: No! No, that-- that-- that's not-- what I'm trying to do. I-- No--

Valentino growls and violently throws Angel to the ground, causing him to slide to a stop, gasping and grunting heavily.

Valentino: *menacingly* You know she can't do anything.

Valentino manipulates his smoke into a ball before forming it into a chain wrapped around Angel's neck, lifting his head and body up to read his golden contract that's binding him to Valentino signed with his real name, "Anthony".

Valentino: I own you. Or have you forgotten that?

Angel: No...

Valentino vanishes the contract but still holds onto his smoke chain tightly.

Valentino: When I say "come", you say?

Angel: Yes, Valentino.

Valentino: When I say "You are fucking twenty guys before lunch," you say?

Angel: Yes, Valentino.

Valentino: When I say "You better get that fucking C*** out of my studio!", you say?

Angel: Uh, I...

Valentino: YOU say?

Angel: Look, V-Val, she just gets involved in everything. I-I'll tell her to leave. Just don't hurt her...!

Valentino: I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky you make me money! Now, you're going to go get rid of her, and then you are filming all night! Get me?!

Val throws Angel to the ground, who catches himself from the fall.

Angel: Yes, Val.

Valentino: *smiles* Good.

Angel reaches his arm from behind him and manages to grab the door handle, opening it a little. Valentino suddenly grabs Angel by the robe, violently dragging him out of the dressing room as he gasps. The door slams and the mirror inside falls over, smashing and shattering.

Valentino: Alright!

Valentino throws Angel forward against the bed, and he manages to catch himself, rather weakly, in front of Charlie. Her jaw drops and her eyes widen at what she just witnessed. She turned her head to stare at Valentino, an expression of disbelief and anger on her face.

Valentino: Get your asses back on set, and we are taking this from the top!

Charlie: *demonic, angry* What makes you think you can treat him like that?!

Valentino simply stands there, smug, with his arms crossed as Charlie approaches, but Angel stands in between them.

Angel: Charlie! Just stop!

Charlie: Angel, what are you talking ab--

Angel: Charlie, leave!

Charlie: But--

Angel: I didn't want you to come here. I already asked you to leave and you didn't listen. You made things worse.

Charlie: I just wanted to help you-

Angel: Well, you ain't! You actually want to help me?! Get the fuck out of here! Right now, and let me finish my work...

Charlie: I... I didn't... *sobs* mean to! I... I'm... I'm so sorry!

Charlie sobs and leaves the studio in tears, slamming the door behind her. Angel looks disappointed in himself. Val laughs and chuckles lowly in satisfaction, approaching Angel from behind, putting his hands on his shoulders and leaning over his back.

Valentino: Good boy.

Cut to Angel resuming his film with makeup applied to his face to cover his black eye.

Valentino: And... action.

https://youtu.be/xEGWKXwUb54

Cut to a worn out Angel Dust returning to the Hotel while groaning. Charlie awkwardly waves at him but is ignored. Angel drops himself on a stool next to Husks' bar as he cleans a glass cup and Jesse sits nearby with a glass of liquor.

Angel: Eugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make.

Husk: Hmm, You look like shit.

Jesse: Took the words right out of my mouth.

Angel takes a deep breath and regains his cocky smile. 

Angel: Pfft, Not possible. Just a long shoot, nothin' new.

Husk rolls his eyes as soon as he pours the liquor. Angel snatches the glass and gulps down the alcohol but leaving a small portion spilled.

Angel: Eugh, I said a strong one.

Husk: Excuse me. Didn't realize this was a "drinking to forget" kind of night.

Angel: Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all. Get the fuck over yourself and pour me real drink.

Jesse: You sure you're okay, mate?

Angel: Course I am, Red! Why wouldn't I be?

Angel uses the tip of his index finger and pours the full cup of alcohol.

Husk: Look, if you've got a problem, you're not going to find the solution at the bottom of a bottle. I should know, I've been looking there a long time.

Husk cleans and wipes down the spilled alcohol while Jesse looks at Angel with worry. Angel takes a deep breath, smooths his hair back and slips into his porn star persona.

Angel: Oh sure, and where should I Iook? Hmm? *seductively* In your bedroom, maybe? Under the covers? Maybe we can go look together.

Husk: Don't. Even start.

Jesse: Angel, I'd listen to him.

Angel: Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap!

Angel grabs one of Husk's wings, spreading it out before he wraps it around himself. Husk in response, pushes Angel off of him back onto the stool as the bottle of alcohol slips from his grasp and smashes onto the floorboards, spilling.

Husk: Stop! Fucking Christ! You can cut the act already. It's never going to work on me. So all you're doing is makin' an ass out of yourself with this fake bullshit.

Angel: Call me fake one more time, motherfucker! I dare you.

Husk leans close to Angel and uses index finger to poke his chest fluff and smiles smugly.

Husk: Fake.

Jesse: Uh oh.

Angel: Fuckin' asshole—!

Angel stood up, but bumps his head against the bar ceiling and falls to the floor. 

Angel: Arrgh! God!

Husk: *leans over the counter* Ya done?

Angel: Ya know what? You would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me! Ya know how much I'm worth? You know how many people would kill to have Angel Dust come onto them? Fuck you. Have fun being a lonely piece of shit!

He throws the half broken bottle of alcohol at Husk but misses as Husk stares unamused and unimpressed. Angel storms out of the hotel, pushing past Vaggie. Jesse watched with worry.

Vaggie: Woah-- The hell? Angel, where are you going?

Angel: Out! *door slams*

Jesse: I'm worried about him.

Vaggie: Husk, what did you do?

Husk: *shrugs* Made him a drink.

Charlie: Oh, no. He looks really upset.

Crystal: No kidding, I don't think I've seen him like this since the day Pentious starting staying here.

Husk: It's just Angel. He'll be fine.

Jesse: I doubt that.

They all looked to Jesse who had a sympathetic look towards the front door. Charlie speaks up.

Charlie: I'm not so sure. I really messed up at the studio today and he got... Ugh, it was... It wasn't good, okay?

Jesse: What happened?

Charlie: Well, I tried to help and I... I kind of caused a fire which angered Val. I... I think he took it out on Angel and blamed him.

Jesse: *slightly stern* Really? Val did that?

Charlie nods and slumps a bit. Vaggie tucks Charlie's hair behind her ear and gives her a reassuring smile, then turns to Husk.

Vaggie: *sarcastically* Gee, sounds like someone should go after him...

Husk: ...

Vaggie: Someone named "Husk".

Husk: Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me. Why don't you go if you're so worried?

Vaggie: Because I'm not the one who sent him storming out. You caused it. You drag him back.

Charlie: No! No... Don't force him back. Just make sure he's safe. I pushed too hard earlier and... I only made things worse. Look, he'll come back when he's ready. I just don't want anything to happen to him until then.

Vaggie shoots a pointed look at Husk, who grumbles.

Charlie: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write one hundred apology letters and a lesson planned for tomorrow about... Boundaries.

Crystal: Mind if I help?

Charlie: Not at all, the more the merrier.

The two walk upstairs while Husk rolls his eyes and slumps forward while whining like a cat. Husk heads out the door, but Jesse watched with curiosity.

Jesse: Vaggie, I'm heading out for a bit.

Vaggie: What for?

Jesse: Eh, just feel like stretching my legs. *stands and stretches*

Vaggie: Well, okay. Stay out of trouble though.

Jesse: Sheila, you should know by now that trouble often finds me.

Jesse stands up and throws his duel-neck behind his back while Vaggie sighs and shakes her head with a slight smile. She takes another look at him before frowning and looking down in thought.

Vaggie: How am I gonna tell him? Would he still trust me?

Cut to Angel entering a bar. Husk follows behind with sirens blaring in the background. Angel sits at the bar with a gang of shark demons, snorting drugs.

Angel: Oh, yeah.

As Husk enters the bar someone bumps into him which makes him growl and glare in their direction briefly until he hears Angel and the gang of sharks laughing.

Angel: I'm so fucked up!

Husk sits at the bar counter, placing money down, and orders a drink.

Husk: Gimme a whiskey...

The bartender pours a glass until Husk grabs the bottle and takes it.

Husk: I meant the whole bottle, jackass.

The bartender stares at him silently before letting him have the bottle and takes away the glass instead as Husk drinks down the bottle.

Angel: Haha, ya, ya, so I said "You couldn't afford me in a million afterlives." I got better options, right boys?

Demon: You got that right.

Angel: Hey, baby, be a doll and bring me another one? Daddy's outta juice!

The demon takes his and Angel's empty glasses by the bar counter as he sits down on a stool next to Husk who glares at him in suspicion as the bartender pours the liquor in the two glasses. Though the shark demon adds an extra something to Angel's drink as he takes a love potion drug out of hi suit and spikes Angel's drink with it. Husk eyes widen as he watches and the demon gets up from the stool to return to Angel. Husk huffs and sets his bottle of whiskey aside.

Husk: Son of a--

Demon: Here you go, darling. Just for you--

Just as Angel is about to reach for the drink, Husk appears from behind the demon and grabs him by the back of his suit, lifting him off of the ground as the drinks spill.

Husk: Nice try, fuckhead.

Angel watches in surprise as Husk throws the demon across the room, causing him to scream and land headfirst into a jukebox as up temp music plays and another demon dodges. The rest of the gangsters take out their guns.

Husk: Let's go.

Husk grabs Angel's arm and pulls him behind him while he throws a stack of cards at the demons which cuts the barrels off their guns and cuts a net loose from the ceiling, immobilizing them.

Angel: What the? Hey! H-h-hey, hey!

Husk drags Angel out of the bar and on the sidewalk. Jesse was nearby and leaned against the wall in the shadow of an alleyway, smoking a cigarette and listening.

Angel: Husk! What the actual fuck are you doing here? Let go of me.

Husk: No. I'm takin' you back to the hotel.

Angel: Get off!

Husk: That fucker put somethin' in your drink.

Angel: You don't think I can tell if someone spikes my drink? I do this all the fuckin' time!

Husk: You just let people drug you all the time?

Angel: You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for Charlie to save me, I didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself.

Husk: Really? Because I just saw someone self-destructing. It seems like... I don't know... you might need a bartender to talk to.

Angel: *chuckles* Oh, so now you're going to act like you give a shit about me? You think after how you treated me, I'm gonna open up to you? Please. *walks away*

Husk: Maybe I'd treat you better if you were real, and not some bullshit version of yourself, always pushin' my boundaries! Lemme tell ya, nobody in that hotel cares who you are. How famous, how hot, so you might as well just... cut the act.

Angel stops walking, eyes widening before tears form in the corner of his eyes. He drops the Angel Dust persona completely.

Angel: It's not an act!

Husk flinches back a bit and stares at Angel in shock. Jesse looked with a bit of shock as well.

Jesse: *quiet muttering* Oh dear.

Angel: *sobbing* It's who I need to be. And this... *gestures to the redlight street* This is my escape. Where I can forget about it all! How much I hate... everything. A place where I can get high, and not have to think about how much it hurts. And maybe... If I can ruin myself enough in the process... if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite toy anymore...

Husk stands there listening and blinking as he frowns at what Anthony says. Holding his hands as his eyebrows furrowed and his ears and tail falter.

Angel: ...and maybe he'll let me go...

Angel sits down on the sidewalk, curling up into a small ball with his legs close to his chest with his arms wrapped around them and his head buried into his knees. Jesse watched from a distance, thinking about his own life. Husk stares at Angel with sympathy and pity, then walks over and sits down the pavement near him.

Husk: *sighs* I was an Overlord once, you know.

Angel Dust looks to Husk, who sighs, giving an assuring smile.

Husk: Yeah, and uh... It was nice to have that power. But when you're dealing in souls while also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. And losing a few hands can be more than a little dangerous.

As he speaks, we flashback to Husk's past, in his prime as an Overlord. The scene shows a younger Husk in his prime, sitting at a gambling table, smiling in Pride as he looks to his prize consisting of piles of money stacks, then spreading out his cards. The cards backs progressively show Husk losing his bets, his expression getting sadder as the number of card patterns shrink.

Husk: So when you're down on your luck, you turn to anything to... keep you afloat. Even making deals yourself.

A stack of cards fall into Alastor's hand, who holds them out in a fan, and grins at a worried Husk as he has stacks of poker chips surrounding him, signifying an unbeatable winning streak, voodoo symbols floating around him as the light is dimmer and more menacing on his half of the room. Cut back to the present.

Husk: So I know what it's like to... Regret the choices made... And knowin' ya can't take it back.

The two sat in silence for a bit while Jesse watched with a sad look.

Jesse: *quiet muttering to himself* Seems we're not so different after all, mates.

His ears perk up though when he hears Husk start singing and he pulls out his phone to record.

https://youtu.be/9sVoglgJjRg

Jesse: *quiet yelling* Fucking, asshole! Doesn't he know to never interrupt a good performance?!

Husk: Oh shit! Stay down. I'll deal with this.

Demon: Hehe, you're fucking dead-

Husk kills each goon with relative ease using his cards, but had trouble with one goon jumping on his back, until Angel also pulls out one of his firearms and obliterates the demon.

Angel: Eat lead, sucka!! *lends a hand to Husk* I told ya. I can handle myself baby.

Angel pulls out 5 extra guns and begins fighting the rest of the demons with Husk. Though a few more reinforcements show up and begin to surround them.

Husk: Well, shit.

Angel: I'm low on ammo too.

Demon: Gotcha now, fuckers.

Jesse: Oi, fuckheads!!!

Everyone stops and turn around to see Jesse calmly walk out with a smile. He takes a drag from his cigarette before flicking it towards them.

Husk/Angel: Jesse!?

Demon: The Hellhound rocker?

Jesse: You know it, and I don't take kindly to those who fuck with my family.

Demon: Yeah, and what are you gonna do about it?

Jesse: Well, if you try to fuck with me, then I'll fuck you too.

He pulls out his duel-neck and starts jamming a riff which conjures pure air blades. He sends them after some of the shark demons and avoids their gun fire. Angel and Husk continue fighting as well. Some of the sharks manage to grab Jesse and get a hold of his duel-neck as they punch and kick him a bit.

Demon: Ha! Can't do shit without your music!

Jesse: *grunts* Who said that's all I'm good at?

Jesse grins and grabs one of the necks of his guitar and detaches one of the halves, slashing the sharks holding him and the one with the other half of his guitar. Jesse takes the other half and points it to the others.

Jesse: I suggest you get running. At this rate, you're living on a prayer.

They stare silently until they burst into screams and run off in fear.

Demon: This did not go as planned!!!

Jesse, Angel, and Husk were bruised and covered in blood by the end and smile with each other.

Husk: Well, that was something I didn't expect to see.

Angel: Like I said, you don't know me. Sex ain't the only thing I'm good at.

Husk: Good to know, cause this guy ain't that bad.

Angel: Hey, Jesse. Sorry about yelling at ya earlier.

Jesse: It's alright, mate. I'm here for my friends. Plus, I have some newfound sympathy for the both of you. Especially after knowing I was like you once, Angel.

Angel: Yeah, wait what?

Husk: Like him?

Jesse: I'll tell ya later. Let's go home.

The three head back to the hotel, with smiles. They enter through the front door while laughing.

Angel: He had like 3 bills, and it took him 30 minutes to count them. His eyes are so shit!

Jesse: No kidding, I've met blind folks who can see and count better.

Husk: Hehe, and this is the guy you gotta take orders from?

Angel: I know! What a fucking joke, right?

Charlie rushes to Angel in relief and hugs him tightly.

Charlie: I'm so sorry, Angel! I promise I won't ever, ever, ever, ever-

Angel: Charlie, it's fine. I get it. Thanks... for caring about me.

Charlie weeps tears of joy. Angel picks her up and gives her to Vaggie.

Angel: Ehh, I think this is yours.

Vaggie: Okay missy, let's get you to bed.

Charlie: He-he-he said he - for-forgave me! *inaudible cries* It's so beautiful, Vaggie...

Husk: Hey, how about that drink?

Angel: You read my mind.

Jesse: I'm so joining you guys. I'll tell you about my past too. Time I took Husk's advice and let my walls down.

They head over to the bar as the scene fades to black.