Sin Hangouts!! Hotel Vibes!!

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Sin Hangouts!! Hotel Vibes!!

In the Penthouse Suite...

Without warning, without aaaany hint... Bee and Ozzie have decided to get another little something together. Excitedly, once everyone (yes, even you, Mammon) was rounded up... Bee set up a portal and the whole gaggle of everyone tumbled through wearing fun, casual clothes.

"Haaaaaaay bitch!! Hope you're readyyyy for a game night!"

Everyone's got something! Bee's supplying food, naturally - Mammon's got a few games he's funded, Ozz a couple more to shake things up... Belphegor has brought cozy cushions and a large, dubious paper bag full of something rather herbal smelling. Squeezing into the space, Satan has provided the folding tables and Levi's brought music.

"Hope you're not busy! We're CRASHING!"

Hotel Lobby... Baby's First SCREAM-RAIN

Bee's nanny Fizzbot, Squish, has all of her and Tex's pups downstairs. Charlie's out and finally relaxing a bit, focusing on trying to find the right person to hire for a few roles in the Hotel...

It's a teeeeeny bit distracting because with every thunder-clap-and-deathly-wail, the pups all jump and start howling in various states of excitement or anxiety.

It's their first scream storm - and it's probably not just their first one, either!

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"I brought enough to make sure you're only tied up in fun ways." Ozzie chimed in, hands full with his sack

of toys and games over his shoulder.

"And before anyone asks: yes, I am happy to see you."

The King (last he checked) of Hell was intensely focused in the midst of the rare scream rain.

Wearing his biggest, smooshiest sweater, forked tongue out in concentration, he was treading on stacks of randomly-conjured objects to give himself the height he needed to add just one more layer to the card palace he was building. He could fly, but no method of beating his wings wouldn't give that rush of wind that could send it all CRASHING DOW--

...

Then all the Sins arrived, and with a fluttering, flapping rush of disaster, cards he'd lost count of came crashing down from the harsh wind of portal magic. Sweater King lay atop a pile of cards, blinking owlishly at all of his friends in what he realized wasn't a super big space for most others.

Crashing?

Like a- like a sleepover?

His heart fluttered, but despite the sudden rush of tears in the corners of his eyes, he opened his arms obligingly. They were lost in the massive sleeves.

"MI CASA IS YOUR DOJO! ...I, ah... brought 12,000 card pickup!"

"YEEES, bitch, we got the whole gang!" Bee laughed, buzzing to be the first in to give Lucifer a great big hug. "Ooh!! You are SO cozy soft, lookit you! You look like Bel dressed you!"

The aforementioned sleepy Sin rolled her eyes a bit, setting the fluffy offerings she'd brought aside sedately.

"What she means is you look a mess," Satan added after tucking away a few clipped-together documents upon the bedstand- a few bits of work he can tackle during a slow moment (and totally not a few things Lucifer needed to look over and do some work), but despite the broad arms crossed over his chest, he smirked a bit.

"You're so fuckin' LUCKY you get shit in your size, Lu. I can't get any of them fashion cunts makin' ME a cozy little number to put over all THIS-" Mammon swept his hands down his form. He'd brought Cash n' Guns, of course. What's more fun than a game where you bullshit each other over loot and make fat stacks??

Lucifer hugged Bee tight. "It's good to see you guys! What- what brought this on??"

"Truthfully? We're just so proud of our best friend." Oz set his things aside and wore a sincere smile.

"You and Charlie reconnected, you remarried, you're out and about more..." There was a less than dignified squeal from the rooster. He swooped in to pull Bee and Lucifer into a hug. "You'll always have us, Lulu. No matter what."

Both of Levi's heads nodded in agreement.

"This is just when I got all these total losers to actually show up at the same time!! Especially Bel, I had to drag her lazy ass outta her office day-bed!"

Bel just grumbled tiredly, shuffling over to give Lucifer a pat since he and Bee were currently squished up in Ozzie's arms.

"Satan's schedule was the tightest," Bel contributed oh so helpfully.

"Only because SOMEBODY'S gotta lay down the law! You think criminals take a day off?" Despite the scoff, he wrinkled his nose and only looked mildly put off rather than a furious Sin of Wrath.

Lucifer thrived in an increasing group hug, and the pat earned a small blep. Despite that, he sniffled.

"...I'm so sorry... I didn't know what to do with myself for the last eight years, and it's hard to flip the switch back on. I always think you guys wouldn't want to be around me more than you needed. Especially after the troupe dissolved..."

"The mind when isolated can trick you into thinking untrue things," Bel gently offered. She pet at Lucifer's hair, deciding not to speak and instead just hoped that the gifts of calming bath salts and tonics had helped in all the years that passed.

"Yeah! Don't worry about it too much, Lu, baby. We all had our shitty decade or two! Remember when I had that huge crashout about my chitin? You weren't a huge judgmental ass about me taking like twenty years to regrow my whole body after tearing it off!"

"And you never gave me shit for all those disputes with the Goetia. Hard to be a king there and in Lust, but we figured it out. Eventually." The last word was paired with an exhale and a tired expression.

"Lu. We can't pretend we don't get it, but keeping your distance, looking on at everyone doing their thing while you're stuck in one place...it's not good for you." Levi added, shaking their heads. "Which is why we're going with Bee's idea to bring some of that outside indoors."

"You'll always have a place with us, and we'll always be glad to have you. And since we have each other now, Ringmaster, you get to pick what we're gonna do first. Don't gotta be glamorous or even anything outside this room! We can bring what you want, and what you need." Oz cheered, shooting Bee a little wink and resting a hand on Lucifer's shoulder.

It was easy to assume that the strange sounds coming from under the couch was Niffty. But when it didn't resolve into giggles and stabbing sounds, Husk grew concerned that someone had been trapped under the couch again.

"If Alastor stuffed you under there I'm not helping you out again, Angel."

From the couch did not emanate a 'Not even if I beg, daddy'? so he was pretty sure that wasn't it. Instead there was a little wordless whimper that years-ago human instinct had him bending down to look under the couch.

...Oh no. They were so cute. His hand found itself reaching for them. "OW! Fuck, your teeth are sharp, kid!"

Oh hell, they were cowering from his bitching. "Hey, hey, it's okay, I, uhh... shit, are walnuts okay for kids your age?" ...He's seen them chewing on sinners a lot more toxic than nuts, it'll be fine. "I've got a little snack for you?"

Shit, which one was this...? Their mom must be worried sick. Or being kept busy by someone that noticed their absence. He coaxes the anxious, antennaed little pup out under his wings, but can't convince them any farther, and is nursing too many wounds to try again.

"Aww, did someone go hide under there?" Charlie asked - she had chubby little Dubhe in her arms and clinging to her jacket, letting out little 'awoo's at each thunder-scream.

The Fizz nanny bot had its hands full with even more pups behind her, gently patting and shooshing them, offering them toys or snacks or hugs.

"Their little baby teeth and claws are SUPER sharp, like little needles! It's kinda cute but wow, it hurts."

They're probably too young to learn curses. "Fuck yeah it does," Husk says sotto voce. "Had to work to get this little gremlin out from under the couch but I can't convince 'em to come out any further. Maybe you'll have better luck?"

He carefully lifts his wing to the growling lack-of-endorsement of antennaed puppy.

"D'aww, liddle baby, are you scared...?" Charlie asked in a babying voice, crouching down. "Lessee... blond and a jelly belly like mom, thaaaat's... Meg! Hey, Meg, are you okay~?"

Meg stopped trembling for a moment, sloooowly peeking out from under Husk's feathers... but another loud CLAP-SHRIEK!! of scream-rain induced a frightened squeak and the pup retreating further, grabbing onto some of Husk's feathers to hold over her head.

"At least you're not biting this time," He grumbles under his breath. "Careful with my pinfeathers there, kid."

She's clinging to those feathers for life; he curls it in a little closer, so that she's not damn near pulling them from his flesh. "At least we can be pretty sure they won't run off in this."

His other wing lifts to gesture at the rain. "I'm gonna have to learn your names, aren't I, Meg," He says dourly, before pitching his voice up to soothe. "You're alright there, kid. Nothin's gonna hurt you in here."

"Scream rain has gotta be so scary for tiny widdle puppy ears... my hearing isn't as sensitive as theirs or yours, probably. Is it different than the regular screaming?"

It almost doesn't occur to her that there isn't even that much screaming in Gluttony, either, since she rarely visits the rings. Oops.

"Didn't know you had 'babysitter' on your resume, Husk." Came the familiar voice of the dragon 'sinner', Dante. He wore that familiar smirk and gave the young pup a look of recognition.

He'd joke about it more, but he had a pup latched onto his horn. He somehow fell into a babysitting gig of his own, too. Much as he wanted to throw himself onto the couch, he had to carefully sit down to not throw the little one off balance.

"Wouldn't surprise me. You'd be the champ at story time."

"...The fuck do you MEAN 'cancelled due to inclement weather'!?" Standing outside of Dante's Inferno, Vox snarled and tapped the side of his monitor as he tried to flip through other options.

The awning only provided so much protection from the rain as it was pouring down, other figures idly brushing past and opening umbrellas as they waited for the valet to bring their cars around. ...Except for theirs, apparently! How do you cancel on the fucking VEES for a little rain that makes really obnoxious noise someti-

AUUUUGH!!

He stiffened from the sound, but pinched where his nose would be.

"...You know what...? Fine. The tower's in walking distance. Velvette?"

Velvette had angled herself to assure Vox's fat head caught any stray droplets that made it past the pisspoor excuse for cover that was the awning. She tapped away rapidly on her phone, pulling up a review comment so she could leave one so scathing it would make the owner's head spin.

"What?" She snapped and looked up, shoulders hunched from the random screech from the sky.

"The umbrella, sweetie...!" He answered with a humorless laugh, and looked around as the valets scrambled around.

"You were the one who had it last. Now would be the perfect time to whip that bad boy out and we can get rolling!" He tried. He was hip. But seriously, you were on umbrella duty. What gives?

She sighed, finished up her review, and snagged an emoji from it, tossing it up in the air above Vox's head.

"Catch, darling." She sure wasn't holding it up for him, not unless he let her sit on his shoulders.

He handily caught the... shape...? Before it grew and popped into a facsimile of the object it represented. The purple object was digitized and see-through, yet it held the rain at bay--

AAAAAAAUGH!!

--Just not that. Vox even cringed a bit, and with a sigh, conjured a volume control panel to slightly lower the incoming volume. He turned and began that walk of shame down the sidewalk.

"At any rate, the driver's file is already on my desk. We'll see how much they like a pay cut just in time for Sinsmas!"

Her fans would hate to see her hair ruined by the rain, so that umbrella should hold up well for the walk back to the tower. Which was bullshit, by the way and for the record that they had to walk. Ugh. Although she should have been glad Vox didn't jump into some random electronic and fuck off alone.

Velvette flinched. "Fuckin 'ell..." Shit was way too loud and right in her goddamn ear?? Hello??

"Should be cutting off more than their pay for this. Turned away at the door and we have to walk back? What are we, peasants?"

"SHOK.wav's been getting a little chunky, so I'm not feeding anyone else to him for the next month or so. But I think a good, oh, flat 100% pay cut for the next pay period will suffice. Make 'em choose between paying rent and buying groceries! Put a little fear of the Vees into 'em!"

Whoof. Look at all these puddles. How long's this rain been going?? The forecasts weren't entirely on the money... maybe he needed to look into the weather team, too, see who's fucking slacking-

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