"I mean this is Hell and it seems to still be standing with a mostly intact roof so better than most places." The squealing eventually dying down, Vex simply poured herself another glass and tossed it back in one gulp. Eventually walking over to gently toe the smoking pig. "Yeeeeeeah..he aint

"Well to be fair I don't know if you own something seedy or more upscale. If your bottle service is shit, then no one wants to come in and no matter how hot the staff is, shit drinks and what not will still lose customers. There..uh anything that should not be going on up in the club? Rules?"

Stopping short at the offer she looked way up again at his head "And there ain't nothin you want in return? I mean I know I ain't been here that long and all but when somethin seems to good to be true I just need to make sure I was jokin about the sugar baby bit. I don't call anyone daddy"

"I uh ain't looking a gift horse in the mouth or nothin cuz your basically offering me a job to party but ya don't like want to interview me or nothin? Ain't ya worried I might be bad at this or make a mess of things or somethin?" Even at her 6 feet she was trotting to keep up with him

"Not really family then is it, just water thin blood lines. Heh. Pretty sure I was nothin but a disappointment to mine or money strings. Siiiiiiigh the dramatic life of a spoiled rich girl." Dramatically placing the back of her hand on her head she paused then dropped it with a grin. 'Least I

"....I'm going to be an ass here again when I ask this but why? Why plot revenge on people when you could have just left and lived a life better than what they gave you." "I mean I was murdered too ya know betrayal most foul and all that but..I don't think I could bring myself to give the energy

A sigh at getting her hair out she let out a groan at the singed ends which was quickly forgotten as Jed somehow went from flaming to down right burning. A jump back she stared wide eyed at the burning sinner who was now squealing and rolling on the floor "JED. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOUR SHOWERED"

"Well I can't say I fully understand. Ok barely understand but its not my place to understand is it? I mean I got a hard time believing its been only 6 years but I am also not the overly ambitious type. Were you one of those always planned types when alive? Think my dad would have like you."

"Well weapons I ain't got! And boss man I really don't want to know what coming back even remotely feels like. Sounds like a not great experience. But hey! I do appreciate the not endless torture. That was real nice of you. You keep sticking it to heaven and I will be really grateful for it!"

"never said you were a moron." Relaxing a fraction at the lack of confrontation over her words, she crossed her claws. "Just asking questions out loud again and I don't believe for a second that I am the only person who questioned the why of all that." A claw circling in front of him to show

There was more than a bit of emotions that skittered across Vex's face as he began to laugh and talk. Irritation. Anger. A profound sadness that made her look like a kicked puppy all quickly settling on a lopsided grin. "Me? Deceivers? Naaah." A lie in its own right she grinned up at him

"I mean..I aint the business type much to my dads dismay but there's always a paper trail from what I've learned just not one you might be aware of. What I don't get though is if you don't want people knowing your the CEO..or in this case owner because that trumps CEO, why are you walking

A wink thrown up at him her voice was bright. "Thanks` You're a doll!" Moving with a wince she slowly pulled out a glass from under the bar, followed by another. Hand shaking slightly she poured the liquor from the bottle in her hand pushing it first to Aalastor. "A drink for you."

"And that doesn't paint a target on your back? I feel like that would cause a lot of headaches for like blackmail and kidnapping attempts. Although..." Trailing off she looked him up and down once but not rudely "Me thinks its not you whom would be the kidnapee. You must have one hell of an

"Bud..that's more workers than most over lords have contracted at any given time..I think. You can't tell me any of the Vee's have that many. You get that many pissed off people under you and that's how a mutiny starts...How ain't you broke?"

Oddly enough he wasn't the only one who wanted him dead. Color everyone surprised or not. "What's ever I want eh...Nnnn how about a gin and.." Lurching over the bar he nabbed a hold of Vex's antennas, yanking her up with a shriek. "GOTCHA" Much shrieking and rather impressive swearing to be had

"Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...then...why do we have a police force?...Don't tell me those are just some jackasses playing pretend??" Last part pretty much groaned she was starting to believe several different things.

"Meh. It's a place that will keep you busy so I get it. Bigger things than me as I've said. Although you sound like you go looking for bigger things....No pun or innuendo intended...."

"From what I remember of Sunday school which was very very veeeeeeeeeeeery little because I slept through most of it. I was just there for the juice and cookies..and well cuz I had to.. what they wanted tracks more than here. Why did you let it become this way though? The original

"Much. I am just barely riding that edge and yer fuckin with my head...that and you know I ain't a gang member or boss or whatever so don't be rude." Claw pointing at him with a smug grin it was apparent she was screwing with him on the rude part. "Although I got to ask two questions. One.

Letting the items fall with a heavy thud to the hotel floor, the portly sinner stopped short letting out a grunt as the other appeared behind the bar. Vex had withheld the eep from the surprise legs that popped by her side although barely. Back pressed against the bar, one black claw clutched

"The king? You think he would ...you know what never mind. I get the feeling he really doesn't care about what happens to us. Probably see's it as more of pest control than anything... Look if we're going to keep talking can you take off the helmet?"

"...Wha?" Not understanding the joke she looked at him funny. "Well if its people of importance then I have no worry now do I?"

"Well that's bullshit! Im already dead. He did his bit, isn't there like..billions of living people still why he coming in for round two?"

"I do not hold what comes out of my mouth when I'm coming off a night. I've never had a filter and its less when I've been out. My grandmother wishes I had one though among other things..." "Angel of death? What's he got to do with anything"

"Wife? Well I'll be. Didn't peg you for the marrying type but then again that's my own self projection popping up. Frankly I think love is a lie at best and uuuuuuuh sorry for the um advances and implied innuendos the first time. eesh." "As far as value, fairly sure I hadn't unless we're adding

"Buddy Blue. I think you wholely misunderstand. First. I can buy my own coffee. Second. Why in the hell would I tell you to do anything? I've come well aware of my position in the after life and that position is less than dirt. You want to play vengeful vigilante go for it.

"Sorry can't say I've had time to notice lack of wars with the constant trying to survive the normal every day perils of hell. You know dodging predators of several varieties and trying to keep my soul to myself and all." While her voice was cheerful but a closer look she was looking a bit haggard

Rocking back on her heels she tilted her head "I am starting to think Mr. Blue Dream, that you might be trouble if you need armor to keep yourself safe. Ever considered becoming a lover and not a fighter?.' Jumping slightly she waved her hands "Not with me that is I just meant in general"

"Here I thought I was the one with odd habits but eh it's Hell. I'm starting to believe everything is odd so nothing is." "...you get shot at often?"

A grin she shrugged putting her hands up like holding onto a pair of handles "Eh if they were further apart I could say motorcycle but yours reminds me of an old beach cruiser bike or like a 50's Schwinn" "Why ya dressed up like that?"

Eh it's just her trying to remember. Nothing crazy she wasn't sizing him up or anything like that. "..." A claw snap she pointed upward "Your horns! They remind me of a pair of bike handles! How ya doin blue dream!"

"mmm no not Marrium...and not Bea she would talk the paint off a barn." She's just going to circle him slowly thinking. "Tall, very tall. Who do I know is tall and smells like *sniff sniff* weed and what is that..I can't place it."

Squinting hard up at him. Reeeal hard. "You sound like that broad Marrium down on 3rd. Girl what are you doing I thought the doctor told you to cut back on the smoking. Your trachea tube can't handle that shit anymore."

"Oh thank...I don't whoever or what ever we thank down here...fuck? I guess.." Less leaning she can't tell about the stare because the helmet. "You sound familiar..."

She's just going to lean waaaay back while looking up. "Thought Halloween was the end of the month....*que slight panic*shit...its not the 31st is it??!"

"...I make sure to spike my booze with coffee"

Claws tapping she chewed on how to phrase it. "Eh screw it. Why is pride a city? Did you make it that way or did it grow up like this over the millenniums?" What ever her original question was this wasn't it as her demeanor shifted as she went from a moment of serious to...not.

Recessed eyes swiveled from the radio demon around the room, eventually landing on the bar, grin growing . "Well if she ain't here then yous wouldn't mind if I gets me a drink now would you" Lumbering towards the bar, he set the keg and costume down, shouldering the radio demon in passing.

"Which is why I don't sign shit. As far as this all goes I am unlettered and illiterate with a good dose of graphophobia. It doesn't mean jack unless you have it in writing." "...can I ask a question?"

''I ....can guarantee you on a molecular level, I do not share fetishes with at least 92% of the populations...as far as spider...I ain't here to kink shame unless it involves me!...Plus I don't think consent is an all the time with that one.....I also am beginning believe consent isn't big here."

"Sir with all due respect I will fret and do so greatly!" Muttering about needing a new job *again* followed by an eep! she dove behind the bar as the lumbering shadow of an exceptionally large in width and height wart hog sinner kicked open the door to the hotel. No one was sure which was worse.

Peeking slightly over the bar her antenna gave a small wobble. "Apparently it's a national holiday where ya bathe yet boss in marmalade dressed up as a wombat...." Voice lowered she whispered " I'm starting to think that's a lie... I've never heard of a weekly national holiday..."

Skids in at full panic, eyes darting around before spotting the bar and diving over it to hide. "If ya see a guy carrying a barrel of marmalade and a wombat costume I ain't here! "

".... Vex. Gossamer Vex but vex is preferred...Be real with me bossman...It's all a shared fetish of some sort here isn't it..."

"No. I mean I have had 4 different bosses claim this as a holiday........" She's just going to sit down for a minute and pull out a hip flask. It was full, it is now very much not. "...Ain't you the king of it?"

"B-but ...this...this is like my 4th boss that's claimed this was a holiday!!!"

She is just staring at him trying to tell if he's screwing with her or not?? "Why would a human make that up????"

She's squinting while drinking her coffee. "Next ya will be telling me there actually isn't a national bathe your boss in marmalade while dressed like a wombat holiday."

"....Because Tuesday's are the weekly designated neck snapping day?? You know like...casual fridays?"