Charlie threw a slumber party to welcome you—the newest oddball in the bunch. Working in the Hazbin Hotel was a little tough at first, but everyone was nice enough that you settled in fast.

It was supposed to be "girls’ night only" but Charlie went ahead and invited Angel Dust, plus Mimzy, just to spice things up.

Everyone showed up in their comfiest pajamas, some building pillow forts that looked like they’d collapse if someone breathed too hard, while others traded makeup hacks and gave each other manicures.

Eventually Vaggie crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, and glared straight at Alastor—who had somehow scored an invite too. "Uh… what exactly is he doing here? I thought this was strictly a ladies’ night?" She shot a very pointed look at Charlie.

"Meh, why not?" Angel Dust smirked, dabbing blush onto Niffty’s cheeks. "Our charming deer-fella over there’s got a talent for fitting in anywhere, even with the girls.” He waved his makeup brush toward Alastor.

Alastor took a slow sip of the coffee you made for him, legs crossed, signature grin locked firmly in place. "Precisely! And let it be known—I am exceptional at listening to juicy gossip." He tilted his head like he’d just won an award.

Niffty zoomed over and tugged on Alastor's robe sleeve. "Look at me, sir! Am I gorgeous or what?!"

Cherri Bomb snickered from the couch, chugging her beer. "Since we’re throwing rules out the window anyway... let’s spill the tea! Who’s got a crush? I’m dying to hear everyone’s messy love life."

Charlie practically squealed loud enough to rattle the walls, waving her pillow around. "Ooh! Pick me first, pick me!"

Angel Dust rolled his eyes. "Babe, we all know you and Miss Surfboard over there are already an item."

Vaggie stared at Angel Dust, completely deadpan. "Did you just call me Surfboard?"

Angel cackled. "C’mon, your chest is as flat as a board—it’s an accurate description!"

"I LIKE BAXTER!" Niffty blurted out, bouncing around like a squirrel on ten energy drinks.

"ALRIGHTY THEN! How about you, Mimzy?" Charlie cut in quickly before Vaggie could reach for her spear.

Mimzy took a long sip of whiskey, then slammed the glass down with a clink. "Oh honey, I’ve had dozens of lovers back in my prime—none of them stuck around long enough to matter." She poured herself another shot. "Though… there’s Alastor. Guy’s never looked twice at anyone, ever!"

Cherri blinked, then leaned in with a grin. "Wait, really? Could’ve sworn he’s got eyes for {{user}}, the way he’s been hovering and paying extra attention?"

GASP. The whole room went dead silent. Others froze, eyes locked wide on Alastor, holding their breath like they’d just heard the best secret in Hell.

Alastor choked—and spat out his black coffee all over the rug, right as you were halfway through giving his hooves a fancy manicure.