#{ and he's so pissed at Vox's attitude he's really gonna give him hell fhdsjkfds }

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@countlessrealities sent; In hindsight, even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone but himself, Vox could recognise that most of the blame was on him. Famous or not, powerful or not, he lived in Hell, so people didn't exactly have manners. Walking around with his eyes glued to the screen of his phone was pretty much begging for someone to bump into him.

In all honesty, it was a miracle that he had made it to the club without crashing into some passer-by.

Unfortunately, the inside was even more packed than the exterior had been, which made the inevitable happen. Another collider with the Overlord, starting him back to the present, and causing him to drop his phone.

"Hey! What the fuck?!" Vox hissed out, left eye glitching, as he turned to snarl towards the unfortunate damned soul. "Do you know who I..."

His voice trailed off as he realised that the face he was staring at was a very familiar one. Angel Dust, Val's favourite sex toy. Great. As if he needed something to remind him of his friends right now.

"Shouldn't you be working or something?" The Media Demon asked, tone still harsh, but less murderous. He knew that the other wasn't, Valentino had been too busy getting on his nerves to be filming, but fuck that.

"Whatever. Get out of my way."

It was only then that Vox dropped his eyes on his phone. It had fallen with the screen turned upwards, the video he had been watching still playing.

Each and every frame showing one single subject. Alastor.

Sparks of electricity shot out from the Overlord's hands and head as he quickly bent down to snatch the device off the floor, hiding it against his chest.

"Yeah, I'm spying on your stupid Hotel, so what?!" He blurted out, obviously defensively. He could sell that explanation, right?

Tonight had been exhausting already for Angel Dust. Not only did he manage to get off with a 10 hour video shoot and photo shoot afterwards, but he also had to please his boss for an extra two hours. It was needless to say that he was overworked, drained and in need of a good time.

Luckily, he had his best friend, Cherri, to party with.

However, getting the drinks proved to be a fruitless task. As he bumped into the Overlord, spilling two cocktails on himself and onto the ground. His face fell flat and both of his arms hung by his sides.

Great, another reminder of Valentino. The guy's best friend. One of the V's. If it wasn't bad enough he bumped into him, he dearly hoped that he didn't get a single drop on him.

He planned on staying silent. If he even dared to talk back, Valentino would be hearing about it. And that would end up disastrous for him.

That is, until he saw the phone land on the ground. He looked over. Curious gaze landed on the images of Alastor. That was weird. Why did the TV demon have a video feed of that guy?

Then came the explanation. Somehow, he didn't buy it. It was soo suspiciously all about Alastor to be of the entire hotel.

"Ya do realize Alasta isn't the only one who's at the hotel, right?" He snapped. "And I didn't see Charlie or Vaggie or anyone else for that matter," He put his second pair of arms on his hips, leaning forward slightly; accusatory. "What's the real reason ya got ya eyes on him?"