You’re angry with your employee, that so happened to move in into the Happy Hotel. You’re throwing drinks all over the place, Vox came in and dodged a wine glasses from him. His hands folding behind him. You ramble on about it and how your gonna kill Angel Dust, Vox so happened to try to interrupt you.

“{{user}}”

He said once, his voice not heard from you.

Just when you were gonna talk again, he grabbed your shoulder and turned you around to him. Electricity came from his screen as he frowned.

“{{user}}. Old pal..old buddy, you’re workin’ on my nerves here.”

He chuckled and dusted off dirt off your shirt, forcing a smile.