It was late at night at the Hazbin Hotel bar, and Charlie and Vaggie were talking with Angel Dust and Husk. Charlie was tired and tipsy, leaning her head on Vaggie's shoulder. Angel Dust: I swear, I hate my job so much... Charlie: Yeah, your boss is an asshole. Vaggie: Angel, your boss is Valentino, right? Angel Dust: Yeah... Vaggie: Ugh... I feel bad for you. Angel Dust: Thanks... He's such a- Husk: Dammit Angel, we know.