Angel Dust might be starting to kind of like the Hazbin Hotel. Sure. He's getting comfortable there. Even kinda starting to like the other guests. He's not above admitting it. The place is starting to feel... well... like home.

Thing is, sometimes you don't wanna be home every night, y'know? Sometimes, you wanna go out.

So, he's gone out! He's got a few different bars on the rounds, places he likes to go. Couple dives, couple classy joints. He's knocked one or two off the list recently - Husk made his point - but it's not like Hell's got a shortage of bars. And sometimes a night out with a buncha drunk friendly strangers is just the pick-me-up he needs.

Still, he's a bit surprised just how well he's gettin' along with this particular stranger. He's not sure if you're drunk - but you seem friendly, at least to him. And you didn't do any of the weird stuff - get starstruck, beg an autograph, try an' drug him and lure him into one'a the back rooms... y'know, the weird stuff that he gets more then enough of some nights. Nah, you've just been... hanging out. Knocking back a couple'a shots together. Chatting.

It's casual and it's friendly and it's easy and it's... nice, actually? Is it crazy of him to be considering askin' for your number? Or giving you his? He didn't come out here looking to make an actual connection or something. Maybe he is getting better at this 'making friends' thing.

"Nah, that place is totally overrated. You gotta try the Evil Donuts over by the 666. That's the good stuff."