They managed to get out of the station after getting the braw to stop. They picked up Angel on the way back to the hotel and to say the least, Vaggie was not happy.

The royal family limousine can be seen driving back to the hotel as Charlie was hugging her knees and looking out the window when her jacket is ruined after Killjoy attacked her as Allison was sitting on another seat, tense and nervous at the thick tension in the air as Vaggie sits next to Charlie, glaring furiously at Angel Dust.

Charlie sighs softly before she and Allison look over to the moth sinner as Vaggie's eye twitches at Angel Dust, who can be seen amusing himself by playing with the car window roller repeatedly.

"Um, Angel, I think you should stop that before Vaggie kills you." Allison said nervously as she motions her head at Vaggie who scrunches up her face.

Angel, who has been playing the car window roller when they pick him up, took notice of Vaggie glaring at him which increased tenfold.

"What?" He asked in confusion as if he didn't do anything wrong and that just set off the volcano.

""What?", "WHAT?!" What were you DOING?!" Vaggie exclaimed in anger as she ripped some of hair when she tugged them much to Allison's concern.

"I owed my girl buddy a solid!" Angel sighed as if it was a big deal.

"Isn't that a "redeeming quality"? Helping friends with stuff?" Angel said as he used air quotes while rolling his eyes.

Both Charlie and Allison looked at the two worriedly, not knowing if they should step in or not.

"Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!" Vaggie scolded him as Angel leaned back on his seat.

"Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred." Angel said before laughing and taking a deep breath.

"It wasn't that bad, anyway." He said casually as he resumed playing with the button of the window roller.

Only to jump back in surprise and shock when a knife was thrown at the window roller. He looked to see that it was Vaggie that threw it as she glared at him.

"Aw, come on! I had to! My credibility was on the line!" Angel said as he brushed back his hair as he looked at her.

"I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was tryna go clean? It just throws out my entire persona!" He said as he pushed up his chest fluff suggestively.

"Please don't do that, Angel." Allison cringes.

"Your credibility? What about the hotel's?!" Vaggie questioned in disbelief as she gestures to a dejected and defeated Charlie.

"Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!" She said angrily as she combusted with her hair bristling but that just made Angel scoff.

"No, no, no, babe. Jokes are funny! I made you look... uh, sad! And pathetic! Like an orphan... with no arms... or legs... Oh! With progeria!" Allison watches Charlie as she cringes from every word before the blonde proceeds to hide her face behind her hair at the last part.

"Angel, stop. You're scaring Charlie." Allison said as she turned to him.

"Great! Now I'm bummed thinkin' about it!" Angel pouted before he started to look around the limo for something to drink.

"This thing have any liquor?" He asked as he tried to find said drink but failed since there wasn't.

"Can you at least please just try to take this matter seriously, Angel? We're trying to get people to check in the hotel but you're making us, especially Charlie look bad." Allison tries to reason with him as he flicks off a dust bunny.

"Fine, I'll try. Just don't get your taco in a twist, baby!" Angel said before snapping a finger at her while smiling which made her ears flick back slightly.

"Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?!" Vaggie asked him as she stood up and glared at him, making Angel roll his eyes at the moth sinner.

"Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here?!" Angel groaned as Vaggie seethed in anger before returning to sit down next to Charlie, crossing her arms.

"I'm gonna kill 'im." Vaggie growled as Angel huffed out a laugh.

"Too late, toots." Angel snickered before starting to wonder and think.

"Wait! Would that make me double dead? Hah, and where exactly do I go? To Double Hell?" He taunted her which made her glare at him harder as he burst out laughing.

"Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch - get used to it." He crossed his arms confidently.

"¡Con una mierda, malparido hijo de-! (For fuck's sake, you bastard son of-!)" Vaggie was gritting her teeth as Allison and Charlie looked at her as she was practically swearing in Spanish.

"Listen, who cares if some jack-offs got hurt? Most of 'em are ugly freaks. Look around! You got a bunch a fuckin' Harlequin babies down here!" Angel said as he looked out the window with a smirk before laughing.

"You're one to talk." Vaggie said and Angel took offense to that and Allison covered her small laugh with a cough as she could practically see the smug smirk on Vaggie's face.

"Hey! This body is flawless! Everyone wants summa me, and I've got the creepy fan letters to prove it!" Angel said as he motions to his body before taking out a fan letter from his chest fluff.

Allison cringes at the sight as it has a small picture of a dirty naked old man, who ironically has a "No Angel Dust'' tattoo, smothering his mouth on an Angel Dust body pillow and a message at the bottom saying "Show me your feet!! -Bryrin, #1 Fan/Critic". The sight just made Vaggie growl slightly in disgust before Charlie decided to speak up.

"That was really uncool, y'know, Angel." Charlie said while putting a hand on Vaggie's shoulder. She turned to her girlfriend in disbelief as Allison sighed.

"Define by uncool, Charlie." Allison said as Charlie just smiled sheepishly.

""Uncool"?! After that train-wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel! All thanks to you and your selfish bullshit!" Vaggie exclaimed angrily before Angel looked at them.

"Does that mean I don't have a free room anymore?" He asked and Vaggie gave him a look with annoyance clear in her eyes.

"What do you think, Angel?" Allison asked him with a deadpan tone.

"Ah... well, shucks." He sighed while snapping his fingers.

"Hey, come on." Charlie said, trying to be optimistic as she took off her ruined jacket and gave it to Allison who didn't mind and started to sew it back together.

"We don't know if things are over yet! Try to relax, Vaggie. I-it'll be okay!" She said as she put a hand on Vaggie's shoulder.

All the rage died down as Vaggie smiled softly at Charlie before they turned to Allison who was done with fixing up the jacket.

"Good as new, Charlie." She said as she handed it back.

"Oh my gosh! It's like it wasn't ruined!" Charlie squealed as she looked at the sleeves. It was barely noticeable but for a keen eye, there was a neatly sewn thread of the same color on the fabric of the jacket.

"Is there still a chance I can commission a new bow? My old one needs replacin'." Angel said as he motioned to bow on his neck.

"I'll see what I can do, Angel." She smiled to which he returned as they arrived at the hotel.

They get off and Vaggie and Angel open the door to reveal that the entire building is way too dirty and very old. Charlie followed behind with Allison as the blonde watched Vaggie throwing herself on the couch, facing the wall.

"Ugh!" Vaggie groaned upon collapsing on the couch as Charlie walked to a crate and sat down as Allison stood nearby.

Angel walks to a fridge and rummages through and grabs a box of popsies. From the looks of it, it was melting but it's better than nothing. Shrugging, he takes one out and starts to eat it before turning to Charlie who was looking down as he closed the fridge's door.

"Eh, it's probably a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y'know, to feed all the wayward souls you got in here!" Angel joked as he tried to lighten the mood as he laughed a little.

"Angel, now's not the time for joking." Allison said softly.

Charlie looks down and seems to be on the verge of crying which made Angel's expression soften, knowing it was his fault mostly since he partook in the turf war. Angel reaches out to Charlie to comfort her but decides to back off. Allison saw that and couldn't help but smile softly. Even if Angel was crude and rude sometimes, he seems to be genuinely caring for his friends. She turns to Charlie as her ears flicker back slightly.

"Are you okay, Charlie?" She asked softly as Charlie sighs and looks at her.

"Y-Yeah, I'm okay, Allie. Just... I just need some air." She said as she tried to smile but it didn't reach all the way to her eyes but Allison nodded understandingly.

Charlie got off the crate and went to the door before exiting the hotel. She took out her phone and tried to contact her mom but knowing after the second ring, it will only go to voicemail but she has to at least try. She sighed heavily as the third ring stopped as she called.

"Hey, mom. I know I keep calling and you must be busy... Really busy..." She paced before rocking on her heels a bit.

"But, um, the interview didn't go well, and... I don't know if I'm ever going to make a difference. I don't know what I'm doing." Charlie sank to her knees and wiped her tears as they started to well up in her eyes.

"I could really use some advice, mom. I... I think dad was right about me..." She lamented but there was no answer as she wiped her tears with a weak laugh before getting back up on her feet.

"Ahah, oof. Eh, anyway... I'll stop talking before this gets long. Love you, bye..." She said sadly before hanging up.

"Charlie?"

Charlie turned around and saw Allison looking at her from the door. Concern, worry and sympathy shines brightly in her eyes which made Charlie want to hug her for comfort. Allison has only been staying with them for two weeks and she always gets a sense of comfort from her.

"H-Hey, Allie. Uh, how much did you hear?" She asked softly.

"Enough. Are you sure you're okay?" Allison asked in concern.

Charlie sighs softly and shakes her head. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she looks at Allison with saddened eyes and gets a soft smile from her friend.

"Hey, it's going to be okay. We'll make this project work and prove to everyone that redemption is possible." Allison said as Charlie smiled and hugged her.

"You always know how to make someone feel better." She said as Allison hugged back. Charlie resists the urge to giggle when her friend's ears twitch under her chin. They pulled back as Allison opened the door for her.

"Come on. I'll make us something to eat to cheer you up." Allison said as Charlie smiled.

They went back inside the hotel as the door closed as Allison went to the kitchen to make Charlie something but when the princess only made a few inches from the door, a sudden knock can be heard from the other side which surprised Charlie as she turned to it. Charlie looks a bit surprised and confused as she contemplates where or not she should open it. But it might be a future client so she decided to open it eventually but on the other side was someone she didn't expect.

Standing outside the door with their eyes snapping open with their signature smile is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is at around the same height at approximately 7 feet. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown. His eyes have dark-red sclera, bright-red irises and thin black pupils. His forearms and lower legs fade to dark gray, and he has red hoofed toes and red fingers. He wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem with a lovely and well knitted scarf with a stag embroidery around his neck. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He also accessories with a black knotted bow tie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. He also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice.

Charlie stared at him in fear, recognizing him instantly. It's the feared and famous Radio Demon none other than Alastor.