Vivan Bailey, one of Hell's most brightest sinners sings her heart out every night. She honestly has it pretty good, a decent apartment and pay. But her manager still ends up with most of her cash. But one day Angel Dust, her best demon, ends up lea...
Alastor looks down at Vivan slightly as they walk off the elevator. "You have changed your look a bit since I saw you last." He says softly looking at her pj shorts and button flannel.
"Well wearing conservative clothes isn't in fashion anymore." She shrugs looking at her pjs. "So I changed my look a bit, I doubt you like it though." She snickers taking a swing of the vodka.
He takes the bottle from her sipping it and scrunching his nose up. He coughs a bit and stops at his room door. He clears his throat a bit and smiles a little, "well I wouldn't jump to any conclusions my dear." He opens the door and let's her step inside.
(His bedroom is the chapter pic above!)
She steps into the room smiling at it a bit. The room seemed to just match Al. She goes over to the armchair in the corner sitting down. "So you like my new style," she asks.
He walks into his room closing his door. He chuckles a bit making a staticky noise fill the room. "My dear you are jumping to a conclusion again." He walks over to a shelf looking at his radio collection.
She sighs confused taking another drink from the bottle. "Oh, my bad! Why don't you enlightened me then you smiley shit." She says dramatically looking at him annoyed as her head buzzed from the alcohol.
"Well I would say your look....is tasteful and it compliments your personality very well." He smiles turning to face her after getting a radio off the shelf.
(This is the Radio!)
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She feels her cheeks turn a light pink at the comment. She sets the bottle on a side table and rubs her cheeks to hide the blush. She then looks at the radio and smiles. She gets up going over to him. She leans down looking at the radio in his hands. "I still remember how I got that for you." She says with a sad smile.
"Really my dear? I don't think you ever told me how you obtained this dear little radio of mine," he says thinking.
"Because I didn't idiot," she laughs standing up right.
"Well would you mind telling me now?" He asks eagerly as his ears perk up.
She sighs and shakes her head sitting in the arm chair. "Alright, I will," she says, taking another drink and handing it to him. He quickly sets the radio down gently on the bed. He takes the bottle sitting on the bed eagerly. She chuckles a bit, then frowns a bit to herself. No matter how much she tried to hate the demon in front of her she always ended seeing his quirky habits and actions that she loved. She sighs and sits in the chair going criss-cross. "You know you could get comfy too," she says as she thinks of how to start her tale.
"Oh alright my dear," he smiles. He unbuttons his coat and sets the pin striped red coat to the side. He then slips off his monocle setting it on his bedside table. He slips his shoes off and then sits on his bed criss-cross.
