♡ 1st Dose ♡

[itsytitsyspider]

[Action]

[Oh man, it had been a wild past 24 hours. The reality of the situation hasn't fully sunk in yet. Being whisked away to some fairy dream land? Yeah right. The spider was still convinced that this was all in his head.... despite on how real everything felt. How else could you explain the current state of affairs Angel found himself in? If you told him yesterday that he was going to be trashed falling into a magic booze spouting fountain and wake up next to the Radio Demon himself only wearing one of his red button downs, he would have laughed your ass right out the door. Not... that he was complaining. The deer had made himself quite at home, nestled up against Angel's soft white fur, arms draped around his waist. But seriously? How could this not be a dream? What he wouldn't give to have his Hellphone right now to snap a picture. Welp, next best thing was not to wake the sleeping fawn and have him realized what he did allllllllll night~

Letting out a long sigh, Angel shifted in Alastor's double bed. What the Hell Al? Why you have such a large bed to yourself? Expecting company? There was still a dull thumb in his temples from the events of yesterday as he took in his surroundings. Good lord, Smiles needed an interior decorator cause this place was sparce. Good thing he was there to liven up the place... Yeah, yeah... Smiles said he could only stay one night but good luck with that. Officially moved in. What was he going to do with all this space? Shaking his head at himself, Angel's eyes rolled over to spot his journal resting on the nightstand. Well well well... That was one way the past the time until Sleeping Beauty here woke up.

Carefully with his secondary set of hands, the spider scooted his body to sit up right, plucking the book up with his primary hands. Angel's brows furrowed slightly staring at its plain cover. That was going to have to change... But that was for later. Right now, he was remembering what that long nose pig creature told him when he first arrived. Somehow this was meant to be used to communicate with the residence here? What did he look like? Some pre-teen girl writing her most private of thoughts? Ha! We shall see if that was true or not. Collecting writing utensils from the nightstand drawer Angel set off to work, totally not taking any of this seriously.]


[Network]

Sender: Angel Dust
To: Everyone
Subject: My Dream Journal~♡
Warning: Angel Dust being Angel Dust....

[Across everyone's journal comes a beautifully hand written entry in bright pink curly lettering. Looks like some middle schooler's private dairy... doodles in the corners included.]

Comments

[itsytitsyspider]

Oh babe, it wasn't a BIG deal. I couldn't feel it~

[stupidmammon]

Couldn't feel—

TO HELL YA DIDN'T FEEL NOTHIN!

[itsytitsyspider]

What? As you said, I was riiiiiight up on your lap. Unless you got a retractable dick, I felt nothing on my thigh. Smooooth and flat. Not even an ant hill.

[stupidmammon]

I'm callin' absolute bs!

[ if he wanted a reaction out of mammon, he's definitely getting it now. ]

[itsytitsyspider]

Prove me wrong.

[stupidmammon]

An how do you expect me to do that when I don't even know where you at?

[itsytitsyspider]

Now look who is getting all serious. Gotta say, totally a turn on.

Guess you'll have to fine me, teeny weeny~♡

[stupidmammon]

Keep that up an' you'll really see the dangers of messin' with the Avatar of Greed.

[itsytitsyspider]

[Oh yeah, this was really working for him.]

Don't threaten me with a good time~♡

Too bad you can't come and stop me from running my mouth with something else, Teeny. Shame.

[stupidmammon]

You wanna bet?

[itsytitsyspider]

You going to pay out?

[stupidmammon]

You're gonna beggin' for more, pretty boy.

[itsytitsyspider]

Bold words from a virgin. Don't write checks that ass can't cash, babe.

Your last one bounced.

[stupidmammon]

I told ya the first time I ain't a virgin! Just cause I don't take home every cute demon that finds me hot doesn't mean Imma virgin!

Besides Lucifer would kick my ass if I did.

[itsytitsyspider]

So ya do find me cute and want to take me home? Heh, who said it had to be at your place?

You know Blondie? Ha! Seems like a real Kelly Killjoy.

[stupidmammon]

[ Dammit...! He wasn't supposed to say that out loud! ]

Tch— well it ain't like I'm blind!

Wait. You met Satan?? I can't imagine that went very well if you're callin' him Luci...

[itsytitsyspider]

Well sorry sugar, your free pass has expired. You gotta pay to play now. Shoulda taken me up when I was feeling generous.

Satan, Lucifer. Same dif. He did get real spicy when I called him Luci. Got a giggle out of it.

[stupidmammon]

How you gonna call that a free pass when I still never got the info outta you that I wanted. Tho I guess your doodlin' actually answered it for me so theres that.

I'm pretty sure if Luci were still here, they'd both kick your ass for that.

[itsytitsyspider]

Look, I was ready and willing. Not my fault I never got the question to be answered. If you want to renegotiate terms of a new bargaindeal, I'm all ears.

I'd like to see 'em try. My body count extends past the bedroom, ya know. I'm not afraid of from froo froo mop head with a perfect manicure.

[stupidmammon]

Oh yeah? An what sorta things would I even be able to bargain with?

Now this is a a fight I would sell tickets for. Would make for one hell of a show.

[itsytitsyspider]

I'm not going to tell you what to barging with. How the hell should I know what you got that I want? Make me an offer.

I better be getting paid royalties. Its my ass they are here to see.

[stupidmammon]

Well clearly you want my body otherwise you wouldn't want to open up a new offer.

70/30 split. The 30's yours.

[itsytitsyspider]

Honestly? I could take it or leave it. If wanted the chance of having mediocre sex at best, I know a regular of mine I could go to. At least he pays.

30 percent my ass! Fuck that.

[stupidmammon]

As if you woulda come flirtin' with me if you thought I was mediocre! Can't claim you wanted to get money outta me cause I ain't got a dream-cent to my name.

[itsytitsyspider]

If I only flirt with people I thought were good at sex, I would be out of work.

And excuuuuuuse me mister, the original deal was a little tit for tat. You got info, I got an all expenses paid ticket to Bonesville.