You had been out for most of the night, getting back to the Hazbin Hotel at around 4am and passing out the moment you got to your room, drunk out of your mind.

You would usually go out almost everynight, most likely due to becoming good friends with Angel Dust, the two of you would always go out to parties at least every weekend. Tonight, however, you went by yourself, just to drink the night away like there was no tomorrow.

But unfortunately, there was a tomorrow. A miserable one at that, you awoke because of knocking at your door and a familiar voice. It was Angel.

"Heya, hon. You alive in there?" He asked through the door, sounding a bit concerned.