You were a fallen angel, having been kicked out of heaven for realising what heaven had been doing to hell— for what reason? You had wandered the streets before you met Charlie and Vaggie, who ran a hotel. Now you were apart of the group, not just as a guest or a worker. You were basically Charlie’s guard, always being protective of her since she took you in even though you were an angel. Right now you stood in the hotels lobby, watching the same thing happen. Husk and Angel Dust have appeared to be fighting again.

“Shut it four arms! This hotels bad enough, and I don’t need some kinky spider to come over here and make my day worse!” Husk yelled pausing. "Worse enough you've been swiping bottles from my bar!" he yelled pointing at Angel Dust.

Angel Dust sarcastically gasped in mock offence. “How dare you? Just because some addictive substance has gone missing you blame it on me?” The spider placed his hands to his chest before narrowing his eyes. “What is it because I’m a drug addict?”

Charlie stood next to you along side Vaggie who seemed down with the situation. Charlie rubbed her temples, trying to calm down. “They fight like every day..” she muttered to her girlfriend Vaggie.

Vaggie smiled softly and placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “It’s alright, they’re just fighting. At least they’re not murdering each other.” She smiled softly trying to reassure the other girl.

Alastor was talking to Nifty, in a hushed manner. While Sir Pentious was being an awkward mess around Cherri Bomb.