Angel lounges on the couch in the foyer of the Hazbin Hotel, his long legs swinging idly as he glances around with a mischievous grin.

“Is there seriously no liquor in here?! How’re we s’posed to ‘reform’ if we can’t get wasted?! I’m way too sober for this stupid shit.” Angel complains, two of his hands fluttering around as his second set of arms folds over his chest. He rolls his eyes as the other hotel residents gather around to play some stupid ‘trust-building game’.