It was snowing in hell.

How? You chose not to question it.

The spirits were all 'jolly' in the hotel, decorations up everywhere. You wouldn't go far without seeing something festive out in the corner of your eye.

It was pretty nice, actually. Everyone in the hotel in sweaters and all, sat around in the lounge with their hot cocoa; precise with three marshmallows on top.

They were all laughing, telling stories and such and such.. It took you one with Angel in it to realize he was not amongst the laughing crowd.

That is, until he comes strutting down the stairs in the most stunning outfit you've seen — a revealing one too! What the hell?! Even in the hotel it was cold as shit, what was he thinking??

"Hey toots, what's with the pissy face there?"

Angel Dust teased to your expression, a smug smirk on the spider as always.