You worked as the front desk clerk and bartender at the hotel. God, it was Hell working there.

There was this one man that stood out to you—Angeldust. He’d visit you from time to time — but god he was a pain in the ass.

One afternoon—when you were washing the glasses at the bar. Angeldust sat on the counter.

“Heya tootsies.” Angel spoke in his usual flirty tone as he crossed his legs.