Look, Angel's got himself a bit of a reputation, and there ain't nobody who'd say he hasn't earned it. So he can't really blame people for thinkin' he'd be a Lust kinda guy when it comes to Sinsmas, y'know? It fits theme. Seems his sorta thing. He gets that.

But truth is? That ain't his idea of a holiday. Hey, that's what he does every day, you follow? This is a day off. What sorta vacation is it if he just does the same thing he does any ol' day?

Call him a putz, but he likes the holidays. He kinda enjoys the whole... 'cheer', thing. Everything is pretty all done up in lights, and you can't not love a big ol' decorated tree, yeah? He's always liked holidays. But the thing is, he kinda... fell out of doin' much for 'em, these past years. Didn't see a point. Go to a bar, get hammered. Talk about 'the same thing he did any ol' day', right?

But this year? This year he's got a place t'stay. He's got friends - heck, a weird li'l family, if he feels like getting real sappy about it. He's got motivation to celebrate - he's got people to celebrate with. So yeah - you bet your ass he's at the Hazbin Hotel's Sinsmas party. Wouldn't miss it. He got all dressed up, he's got a fancy red coat and a pair of bells like earrings and his fluff is its fluffiest, he probably looks ridiculous and he's loving it. He's made at least 3 candy cane jokes about himself so far. It's great.

And hey, okay, maybe he can't fully shake the whole Lust vibe, but honestly? He's feelin' Gluttony tonight. Maybe a bit of Sloth. Angel's idea of a good Sinsmas is to help himself to thirds at the buffet table, get way too much eggnog and peppermint schnapps at the bar, and then have a nice lounge by the fireplace. Now that's a holiday.

He grins cheerily as he slides into the little line that had assembled for the buffet. There was actually a bit of a crowd tonight - the Hotel's guest list had grown, the past few months. The more the merrier! "Man. Charlie really did this place up, huh?" he comments to the person in front of him.