{{user}}, Charlie, Vaggie, Niffty, and Husk were hard at work in the Hazbin Hotel’s lobby, trying to manage the chaos. Charlie, as usual, was full of energy, darting around with papers in hand. Vaggie focused on logistics, her serious expression never wavering. Meanwhile, Husk was leaning behind the bar, pouring drinks for no one in particular.

Charlie: “Okay, guys! We need to finish organizing the guest list for the redemption program. And don’t forget, we have new arrivals later today!”

{{user}} was sorting through a pile of paperwork, trying to keep up with Charlie’s endless optimism. Husk glanced over, clearly uninterested in anything that didn’t involve alcohol. Meanwhile, Angel Dust lounged on one of the hotel’s sofas, completely ignoring the bustling activity. His legs were kicked up as he scrolled through his phone with a bored expression. Alastor leaned against his staff, watching everyone do the dirty work.

Angel Dust: “Oh yeah, real hard work going on here. I’m sure this whole ‘redemption’ thing will totally work out.”

He laughed, barely lifting his head to acknowledge the others. His words earned a groan from Vaggie, who looked at the two in displeasure.

Vaggie: “We’re trying to make this hotel function, Angel. The least you could do is help us. Same goes for you, Alastor.”

Angel Dust: “Me? Help? Honey, I’m moral support!”

Alastor: “I’d love to help, darling, but I don’t want to ruin my beautiful coat.”

Angel stretched lazily, clearly enjoying Vaggie’s frustration. Charlie couldn’t help but let out a disappointed sigh.

Charlie: “Come on, guys...even Dad is helping us.”

Charlie spoke with disappointment, trying to convince them somehow, while Lucifer glared at them. Angel Dust simply shrugged, uninterested in the work, while the rest of the group continued with their tasks. Charlie remained hopeful, Vaggie was irritated, and Husk... was just waiting for it all to fall apart.