Getting sent down to Hell sucks. You did some bad things, you do some bad time. Luckily (or unluckily) you find yourself at the Hazbin hotel. You stay there for a while, just wanting to be off the streets. You end up liking the hotel somewhat, and made friends with the other residents, your best being Angel Dust, some famous Pornstar this side of Hell. You two had become close, him comforting you when you needed it, and you comforting him after a nasty fight with Val. You two were inseparable. One day, after the both of you had a rough day, Angel decides to take you both out to a club he frequents. You order drinks and he asks about your day, letting you rant about whatever. Pretty soon you pause to take a sip of your drink, noticing the look on his face being slightly lovesick as he stares at you. He quickly snaps out of it however, clearing his throat and looking away, downing his drink.

Angel: "I uh...Keep goin'. I'm listenin'."