Masquerade/Transcript

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[The episode opens with Angel Dust waking up in a dimly lit room, tied up to a chair. He tries to budge free, but fails. His captor paces around him.]
Captor: Finally awake, Angel Dust?
[Angel glowers, but eventually regains his confident smile.]
Angel Dust: Yeah, and what's it to ya?
[Captor holds a knife against Angel's face.]
Captor: I want you to tell me where your boss stashes his vault!
Angel Dust: [laughs, unbothered] It's hilarious you think I'd tell you anything.
[The captor grabs Angel off the ground by the neck.]
Captor: Fine. I guess I'll just have to fuck the information outta ya.
Angel Dust: [Stares defiantly] Do your worst.... [Breaks into a seductive smile.] ...daddy~
[The captor rips his shirt open and engages in sexual intercourse with Angel, revealing this is a porn film played on the hotel's TV.]
Angel Dust: [On TV.] ...Ohhhh, yeahhh, baby!
[Cuts to Sir Pentious and Charlie watching creeped out, Vaggie annoyed, and Niffty rather interested.]
Angel Dust: You know, this performance won me a 'Sex-x-xi' award!
Charlie: It's, uh... very... honest...? Oh! [She turns away, nauseous. She tries to shield her eyes with her right hand.]
Vaggie: Ew!
[Charlie peeks from her fingers back at the TV screen, before turning her head away to avoid watching, with her hand covering her mouth this time.]
Angel Dust: [On TV.] Oh, harder, daddy!
Vaggie: Okay! Enough of that.
[Vaggie tries to help Charlie by covering the side of her face with her own hand so she doesn't have to see the TV screen. She turns her head to Angel Dust with a disapproving and unamused stare.]
Vaggie: Angel, what the fuck?
Angel Dust: What?! You said was "Show n' Tell" day. I'm showin' you my best film, and I'm tellin' you that it scored me a win over that bitch, Tiffany Titfucker.
[Husk is seen cleaning and wiping a wine glass.]
Husk: Ya know, not a very convincing interrogation scene.
Angel Dust: [laughs, angry] Alright, dickhead. What makes you think you have any right to insult my work to my fuckin' face?
Husk: You really gonna sit there and act like these scripts ain't hot garbage?
Angel Dust: [Gasps] Fuck you. This is classy art! [Gestures with two hands at the TV screen.]
Angel Dust: [On TV.] OH! FUUUCK!!
[Co-star slaps Angel's butt and bites it. Sir Pentious covers his eyes when he sees this, while Niffty lies on her stomach on the table with smile, kicking her legs back and forth as she continues watching.]
Husk: That's bullshit. You get drunk and bitch about them all the time. Everyone likes to bitch to the bartender. I know everything about you and these motherfuckers at this point. [Gestures to Sir Pentious] That one. That one is an insecure buffoon whose lonely ass watches you idiots sleep! [To Charlie] Princess, is a bleeding heart who wants to solve everybody else's problems 'cept her own.
Charlie: What?! No, I-- what? Pffff, no, no... [Vaggie just stares at her silently.]
Husk: [to Vaggie] This one, [She turns her attention away from Charlie and scowls at Husk, growling under her breath.] judges everyone and everything because she hates herself.
[Vaggie frowns before groaning.]
Husk: [Gestures to Niffty who smiles mischievously.] And Niffty? Heh... You don't even want to know what her deal is.
[Husk drinks from his bottle of whiskey/wine he is holding as Angel laughs and kicks his legs.]
Angel Dust: You weren't kidding! Oh ho, wow!
[Angel laughs in front of Vaggie's face briefly while she is still frowning before sitting himself down on the couch's arm.]
Angel Dust: Kitten's got claws~!
[He gestures claws with his hand while looking to the side at Husk flirtatiously, causing his eyes to widen and his eyebrows to raise at that. Angel places his hand underneath Husk's chin, turning his head to face him closely as his hand adjusts against his cheek with his other holding the bottom of Husk's hand.]
Angel Dust: [Sexily] Meow!
[Husk immediately breaks away from his grasp and points at Angel with his index finger, rather annoyed, causing Angel's eyes to widen and eyebrows to rise in surprise from the sudden move.]
Husk: And you! [Scoffs] Don't get me started. I see right through you and all this bullshit and how fake you are.
Angel Dust: Oh ho ho, me? Fake? Wow, I had no idea. Guess that's why I'm an actor, dumbass. And-- [Phone vibrates and rings.] Hold that thought. [Answers the phone.] Hello? Uh, yeah I'm-I'm... No, No, I just, I... [Nervously.] No, I-I'm not... But, uh... Yeah, I'll be right there. [Hangs up.] Well, uh... Looks like Val needs me for an... Uh-- emergency shoot!
Husk: Uh-huh, sure.
Angel Dust: You know what? Fuck you. I don't give a shit what some drunk ass bartender thinks a' me. [Pulls out shades from chest fluff.] So why don't you just crawl back to whatever cave you came from, porn critic. [Husk grows annoyed at his comment as Angel flips him off, putting on his shades. Husk growls and glares at him.]
Charlie: [Sprints after Angel] Angel, you can't leave yet! [Tries to stop him from leaving by taking his hands and gently leading him back to the lobby.] We haven't finished our exercises for the day!
Angel Dust: I'm sure you'll manage without me. [Walks back over to the door to leave, grabs the handle, and opens it.]
[Charlie sprints back after him and closes the door with her back, trying to block him from leaving.]
Charlie: There isn't much time left for the hotel to prove itself-
[Angel places his hands on his hips and waist, growing annoyed and facepalming, trying to remain calm before taking off his shades with one hand, and placing another on Charlie's shoulder.]
Angel Dust: Dollface, it's my job. I know you want to fix everything but unless you can fix my boss, there's nothing you can do.
[Charlie frowns at what he said Angel moves her out of the way to the door, opens it, puts his shades back on, and slams the door and leaves.]
Charlie: Uuugh, why is this so hard? What am I doing wrong?!
Vaggie: Well, I mean... You're the princess of Hell.
Charlie: So?
Vaggie: So, you don't really use the power that comes with that, which I love about you, but maybe you can... I don't know, command a little more... Authority?
Charlie: [Whines] But that's so mean...!
Vaggie: It's not mean, exactly. It's... uh, aggressive kindness.
Charlie: Okay... I could be so aggressively kind to Angel's boss... That I convince him to let Angel spend more time at the hotel!
Vaggie: Sure, whatever gets you there, babe.
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[Cuts to Angel working at the porn studio. Valentino supervises and Travis appears as a director.]
Angel Dust: Ohhh! Daddy, I... uhhhh... Uhh...
[Angel reaches behind and underneath one of the pillows and grabs a paper to re-read the script before scoffing.]
Angel Dust: Do you really expect me to memorize this whole script?
Valentino: Just improv it. You think anyone watches for the dialogue? [points to Travis, who nervously smiles and shakes his head.] Action!
[A gang of four demons slam the door open and enter the room, preparing to initiate the sex scene as raunchy music plays.]
Angel Dust: Oh, no. So many burglars... [Sexily] and only one me! Whatever shall I do? [Angel quickly glances back at the script before hiding it and setting it aside.] I guess I'll have to do all of you!
[One demon grabs and pins Angel to the bed.]
Angel Dust: Ohh! So what are you gonna do ta' me...
[Angel hears the door squeak open as Charlie suddenly enters the studio. His eyes widen in a panic.]
Angel Dust: [shocked] Charlie?!
Rocky: Uh, my name's Rocky.
Angel Dust: [Pushes Rocky off of him and the bed, sitting up.] No one gives a shit.
Charlie: Oh, so this is where the magic happens! [As Charlie looks around she nearly bumps into a female Hellhound actor who just got done taking her bra off. Charlie blushes and shuffles back quickly and awkwardly from how close she accidentally was to her.] Oh, wow, that is-- [Charlie gasps and her blush disappears as she sees another male actor get slathered in mud.] That is a lot..! [Angel then appears, putting on a robe and gently takes Charlie by her hand diverting her attention while he still sounds panicked.] 
Angel Dust: What in the ever-loving fuck are you doing here?!
Charlie: I am the Princess of Hell, Angel, and I go where I please. [Whispering softly.] I'm here to get you some time off for the hotel. Now, where's your boss?
[Just as Charlie looks around and is about to walk away, Angel tries to gently but firmly grab her by the hand and pulls her away, frightened.]
Angel Dust: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You are going nowhere near Val--
Valentino: Angel! What is the fucking hold up?!
Angel Dust: I'm coming!
Valentino: Not off-camera, you're not!
[Angel gently pushes Charlie back towards the door and opens it as she stands there.]
Angel Dust: [Panicked, talking fast.] Please, please, just wait, wait until I'm done working and we will talk about this, I promise. But first, you've gotta go-
Valentino: [Appears behind Angel as he flinches.] Aaaah, Your Majesty!
Angel Dust: [Whispers.] Oh, shit.
Valentino: [Walks over to them.] Welcome to my humble sex dungeon. [He pushes Angel behind him as he bends down and leans towards Charlie.] What can I do for such a... [He takes Charlie's left arm and pulls up her suit sleeve as he lecherously licks and slurps Charlie's arm, leaving a trail of his saliva.] 
Charlie: [Grossed out.] Ah, uh, no, thank you.
[Angel looks away, disgusted.]
Valentino: Mm! Lovely specimen! You don't want a role, do you? Because I can make you a star, make us both richer than, well, your papito--
Charlie: [Backs away, shocked and disgusted.] Fuck noooo! Uh, I-I'm sorry. I have come to aggressively, kindly speak with you about Angel.
[Valentino stiffens slightly when she mentions that, eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised in suspicion. Angel waves his hands and gestures for her to stop from behind him.]
Charlie: Later, of course. I wouldn't want to stand in the way of your work.
[Valentino snaps his head to the side, peering over his shoulder and scowls at Angel as he grows more worried.]
Valentino: Well then, make yourself comfortable, Your Majesty, and enjoy the show. [Motions the film crew back to the shoot as he walks back to his chair and sits beside Travis.] Well, let's take this shit from the top!
Travis: [Laughs] Action!
Angel Dust: Oh, wow, mister robbers. I sure hope you don't hurt me with those... Big guns of yours.
Rocky: Don't move, you spicy little, uuh, cock sleeve or else I'll... [Pans to Charlie whispering to the cameraman about the hotel.] 
Charlie: [whispering] ...We do trust exercises everyday in the morning...
Valentino: [shouts] Cut! What the fuck is going on with this?!
Charlie: Ooh! I'm sorry... Were we too loud? I was just telling him about the Hazbin Hotel!
Valentino: [Fakes a smile.] Not at all, Princess! [He glares and gnashes at Angel as he shrinks forward, uneasy.] It doesn't bother me one bit...!
Charlie: You know, this scene feels awfully violent. If you want help with the script, maybe I can pitch some scenarios that are more whole-- woah! 
[Charlie screams and trips over a cable and the electricity crackles.]
Charlie: Okay. Okay. Ah, ah okay. [She tries reaching to fix it but the cables and wires catch fire and begins to spread as she backs away from it. Angel and the four male actors are seen watching, eyes wide.] That's on fire. That-that, that's on fire!
Angel Dust: [The crew and actors scream and flee while Angel remains on the bed, eyes wide, backing up against the pillows.] Oh shit...
[Everyone runs away screaming as the room burns down. Charlie tries to put out the fire, to no avail. Valentino glares at Angel Dust menacingly, believing he's the cause of this mess.]
Charlie: Oh, god. Okay, uh, do you have any-- 
[Charlie grabs the corner of furry carpet in an attempt to put out the flames.]
[Valentino watches everything play out, eyes wide before he grits his teeth, standing up from his chair in annoyance.]
Charlie: [In the middle of the fire.] Can I get a fire extinguisher? [Charlie takes off her suit jacket and begins swaying it up and down, trying to put out the fire, but still to no avail, as the screams and running continue.] I am so sorry. I ruined your movie. I ruined your movie. [Angel watches everything as he sits on the bed, backed against the pillows, blinking with a mortified expression. His pupils shrink when he sees Valentino's dark figure standing still in the midst of the fire, glaring at him.] Oh, my God. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm s-s-s-s-s-sorry! Noooooo!
[Valentino growls and flaps his wings once, extinguishing the fire in an instant. Angel gets off of the bed quickly, reaching underneath, grabbing and putting on his robe.]
Angel Dust: Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck...
Charlie: [Still with suit jacket off.] Oh, my gosh, I am so, so, so, so sorry. I-- I can clean this up. I-- I can--
Valentino: [Walks up to Charlie and bends in front of her to her eye level.] Don't you worry your pretty blonde head about it. We have people for that. [Turns to Angel.] Angel... can I see you in your dressing room for a moment?
[Angel runs off to Val, leaving a concerned Charlie, who reaches to stop him. Angel enters the dressing room, worried and scared, as a fuming Valentino appears from behind the door, slamming it shut. He approaches Angel menacingly as he turns around with his hands raised up in defense.]
Angel Dust: Val, I didn't know that-- 
[Before Angel can continue, Valentino grunts in annoyance as he smacks the back of his hand hard across the side of Angel's face, giving his right eye a black eye. He stumbles back in pain, holding the side of his face with his hand as he tries to speak again.]
Angel Dust: Val, I-- 
[Angel grunts as Valentino grabs the collar part of his robe and holds him up close to his face, extremely pissed off.] 
Valentino: You really think you can have Lucifer's little bitch [He throws Angel back, sending him colliding back against a chair that he anxiously shuffles around. He is visibly scared, gasping and panting out of breath.] fight your battles for you?!
[Valentino growls as he walks closer to Angel, who is still trying to explain.]
Angel Dust: Val, please, I'm sorry... She's-- 
Valentino: You bring her here to protect you? [He reaches his left arm out to Angel with his hand open to touch or possibly grab his chest fluff as Angel backs himself away in the corner of the room in fear, instinctively grabbing his robe to try and cover his chest.] To fuck with me?!
[Red cigar smoke circles around the back Angel's wrists like cuffs, binding them together. Valentino grabs Angel by the neck and forcefully drags him back before slamming and pinning him down to the couch, causing Angel to yell in pain.]
Angel Dust: Val, stop!
Valentino: [Teeth gnashed.] You think she can get you out of work?!
Angel Dust: No! No, that-- that-- that's not-- [Valentino uses his free hand and runs and touches Angel's chest fluff. Angel's voice wavers.] --what I'm trying to do. I-- No--
[Valentino growls and violently throws Angel to the ground, causing him to slide to a stop, gasping and grunting heavily.]
Valentino: [menacingly] You know she can't do anything. 
[Valentino manipulates his smoke into a ball before forming it into a chain wrapped around Angel's neck, lifting his head and body up to read his golden contract that's binding him to Valentino signed with his real name, "Anthony".]
Valentino: I own you. Or have you forgotten that?
Angel Dust: [Sniffling and whimpering.] No...
Valentino: [Valentino vanishes the contract but still holds onto his smoke chain tightly.] When I say "cum", you say?
Angel Dust: Yes, Valentino.
Valentino: [Leans closer to Angel, putting a hand on his shoulder.] When I say "You are fucking twenty guys before lunch," you say? 
Angel Dust: [Voice deepening and breaking.] Yes, Valentino.
Valentino: When I say "You better get that fucking [Shouting, grabbing the collar of Angel's robe and holding him up to eye level. Angel has a look of pure terror on his face.] C*** out of my studio!", [Caresses the back of his hand against the of Angel's face.] you say?
Angel Dust: Uh, I...
Valentino: [He digs his nails/claws into Angel's face, leaning in closer. His voice becomes much more aggressive.] YOU say?
Angel Dust: [Holds his hands up.] Look, V-Val, she just gets involved in everything. I-I'll tell her to leave. Just don't hurt her...! [Grabbing Valentino's wrists.] 
Valentino: [Grabs the collar of Angel's robe again and lifts him up off of the ground. Angel gasps and grunts.] I have killed bitches for less than this attitude you're giving me. You're lucky you make me money! Now, you're going to go get rid of her, [Throws Angel to the ground, who catches himself from the fall. Points at him angrily.] and then you are filming all night! Get me?!
Angel Dust: Yes, Val.
Valentino: [Smiles.] Good.
[Angel reaches his arm from behind him and manages to grab the door handle, opening it a little. Valentino suddenly grabs Angel by the robe, violently dragging him out of the dressing room as he gasps. The door slams and the mirror inside falls over, smashing and shattering.]
[Back to the studio.]
Valentino: [loudly] Alright!
[Valentino throws Angel forward against the bed, and he manages to catch himself, rather weakly, in front of Charlie (who has her suit jacket back on). Her jaw drops and her eyes widen at what she just witnessed. She turned her head to stare at Valentino, an expression of disbelief and anger on her face.]
Valentino: Get your asses back on set, and we are taking this from the top!
[Charlie, who is now furious, grows her horns as her eyes glow red and hair floats.]
Charlie: [demonic, angry] What makes you think you can treat him like that?!
[Valentino simply stands there, smug, with his arms crossed as Charlie approaches, but Angel stands in between them.]
Angel Dust: Charlie! [She halts.] Just stop!
Charlie: Angel, what are you talking ab--
Angel Dust: Charlie, leave! 
Charlie: But--
Angel Dust: I didn't want you to come here. I already asked you to leave and you didn't listen. You made things worse.
Charlie: I just wanted to help you-
Angel Dust: Well, you ain't! You actually want to help me?! Get the fuck out of here! Right now, and let me finish my work...
Charlie: I... I didn't... [Sobs.] mean to! [Looks at the smug Valentino.] I... I'm... I'm so sorry!
[Charlie sobs and leaves the studio in tears, slamming the door behind her. Angel looks disappointed in himself.]
Valentino: [Laughs and chuckles lowly in satisfaction, approaching Angel from behind, putting his hands on his shoulders and leaning over his back.] Good boy.
[Cuts to Angel resuming his film with makeup applied to his face to cover his black eye.]
Valentino: And... action.
[Angel Dust starts to film porno after porno, intertwined with him performing a pop-music dance sequence.]
Angel Dust: I'm not above a love to cash in
Another lover underneath those flashin' lights
Another one of those ruthless nights
[A bunch of actors appear to perform a gang bang. Angel winces as he gets choked by his co-stars.]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I shoulda' guessed that this would happen
I shoulda' known it when I looked in your red-hot eyes
[Angel on his knees prepared to give a blowjob to a fellow demon, while glancing at Valentino smiling.]
Spewin' all your red-hot lies
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's the worst part of this hell?
I can only blame myself
[Cuts to Angel dancing with Valentino bound by smoke-chains.]
'Cause I know you're poison
You're feedin' me poison
Addicted to this feelin', I can't help but swallow
Up your poison
I made my choice, and
Every night I'm livin' like there's no tomorrow
[Shots alternate between Angel having sex with Valentino and him snorting drugs, lying in a bed of cash with two other demons.]
Oh-oh, oh-oh!
Any way you want me, baby
That's the way you got me, I'll be yours
[Valentino's nightmarish silhouette appears in front of Angel in bed.]
My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison
[Cuts to a different porn scene as Angel gets fitted in BDSM gear.]
I got so good at bein' untrue
I got so good at tellin' you what you wanna hear
[Valentino takes Angel's cigarette and blows the smoke into his face. Angel shakes his head to get rid of the smoke, but all he sees is Valentino walking away before a black blindfold is put over his eyes.]
I disassociate, disappear
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Having been fully fitted in BDSM gear, Angel gets manhandled by his co-stars and has his head forced into an actor's crotch for another blowjob.]
So far beyond difficult to resist another gulp
[Cuts to Angel dancing a pop-MV choreography, with the BDSM scenes displayed on the LED screens.]
Yeah, I know it's poison
You're feedin' me poison
I'm chokin' from the taste and I can't help but swallow
Up your poison
I made my choice, and
[Angel is choked, and his blindfold comes undone, revealing his fear and pain, while Val sticks out his tongue in arousal. The pop choreography continues with shots of the BDSM scene. Angel is shown struggling and pounding the ground as if trying to resist.]
Every night I'm wasted like there's no tomorrow
[Angel is shown screaming and crying out in pain.]
Oh-oh, oh-oh!
Any way you want me, baby
That's the way you got me, I'll be yours
My story's gonna end with me dead from your poison
[Valentino smiles lecherously as he grabs and drags Angel away from the stage. Angel appears scared.]
[Angel snaps back to reality, exhausted and traumatized. He locks the door and stumbles backward and walks out to the balcony to catch a breath only to see Vox and Valentino below, smiling and shaking hands possibly striking a deal or an agreement to something as Vox side-glances up at the balcony seeing Angel Dust his smile falters a bit. Valentino turns his head to also see Angel. They both smile as Vox's figure disappears into electricity and leaves while Valentino turns his back and walks away.]
Poison, I'm drownin' in poison
I'm fillin' up my glass but it's always hollow
Full of poison, I'm sick of the poison
Wish I had something to live for tomorrow.
[Ends with Angel collapsed and crying on the balcony of the porn studio.]
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[Cuts to a worn out Angel Dust returning to the Hotel while groaning. Charlie awkwardly waves at him but is ignored. Angel drops himself on a stool next to Husks' bar as he cleans a glass cup.]
Angel Dust: Eugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make.
Husk: Hmm, You look like shit.
Angel Dust: [Takes a deep breath and regains his cocky smile.] Pfft, Not possible. Just a long shoot, nothin' new. [Husk rolls his eyes as soon as he pours the liquor. Angel snatches the glass and gulps down the alcohol but leaving a small portion spilled.] Eugh, I said a strong one.
Husk: Excuse me. Didn't realize this was a "drinking to forget" kind of night.
Angel Dust: Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all. Get the fuck over yourself and pour me real drink. [Angel uses the tip of his index finger and pours the full cup of alcohol.]
Husk: Look, if you've got a problem, you're not going to find the solution at the bottom of a bottle. I should know, I've been looking there a long time. [Husk cleans and wipes down the spilled alcohol.] 
[Angel takes a deep breath, smooths his hair back and slips into his porn star persona.] 
Angel Dust: Oh sure, and where should I Iook? Hmm? [sexily] In your bedroom, maybe? [Husk flinches and stiffens.] Under the covers? [Angel shakes his shoulders suggestively as Husk cringes back.] Maybe we can go look together. [Husk unknowingly purrs as his eye twitches he holds up his hand, gesturing Angel to stop, already feeling annoyed.] 
Husk: Don't. Even start.
Angel Dust: Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap! [Angel grabs one of Husk's wings, spreading it out before he wraps it around himself.]
Husk: [Pushes Angel off of him back onto the stool as the bottle of alcohol slips from his grasp and smashes onto the floorboards, spilling.] Stop! Fucking Christ! [Angel scowls at him.] You can cut the act already. [Places both hands on the countertop.] It's never going to work on me. [Rolls eyes.] So all you're doing is makin' an ass out of yourself with this fake bullshit.
[Angel, now agitated and filled with rage.]
Angel Dust: [Shouts angrily as his pupils and freckles glow a dark neon magenta, taking the appearance of additional eyes. Angel gets up in Husk's face.] Call me fake one more time, motherfucker! I dare you.
Husk: [Leans close to Angel and uses index finger to poke his chest fluff.] Fake. [Smiles smugly.]
Angel Dust: [Rising] Fuckin' asshole—! [Bumps into the bar ceiling, holding his head with his hands as he falls back off of the stool and lands on the floor.] Arrgh! God!
Husk: [Leans over the bar counter to stare down at him.] Ya done?
Angel Dust: [Growls angrily.] Ya know what? You would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me! [Throws the half broken bottle of alcohol at Husk but misses as Husk stares unamused and unimpressed.] Ya know how much I'm worth? You know how many people would kill to have Angel Dust come onto them? Fuck you. Have fun being a lonely piece of shit!
[Angel storms out of the hotel, pushing past Vaggie.]
Vaggie: Woah-- The hell? Angel, where are you going?
Angel Dust: [Offscreen.] Out! [Door slams.]
Vaggie: Husk, what did you do?
Husk: [Shrugging.] Made him a drink.
Charlie: [Worried.] Oh, no. He looks really upset.
Husk: [Waves off, dismissively.] It's just Angel. He'll be fine.
Charlie: I'm not so sure. I really messed up at the studio today and he got... Ugh, it was... It wasn't good, okay?
[Vaggie tucks Charlie's hair behind her ear and gives her a reassuring smile, then turns to Husk.]
Vaggie: [sarcastically] Gee, sounds like someone should go after him...
[Husk just stares and blinks blankly.]
Vaggie: Someone named "Husk".
Husk: Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me. Why don't you go if you're so worried?
Vaggie: Because I'm not the one who sent him storming out. You caused it. You drag him back.
Charlie: No! No... Don't force him back. Just make sure he's safe. I pushed too hard earlier and... I only made things worse. Look, he'll come back when he's ready. I just don't want anything to happen to him until then.
[Vaggie shoots a pointed look at Husk, who grumbles.]
Charlie: Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go write one hundred apology letters and a lesson planned for tomorrow about... Boundaries.
[Husk rolls his eyes and slumps forward while whining like a cat.]
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[Cuts to Angel entering a bar. Husk follows behind with sirens blaring in the background.]
[Angel sits at the bar with a gang of shark demons, snorting drugs.]
Angel Dust: Oh, yeah.
[As Husk enters the bar someone bumps into him which makes him growl and glare in their direction briefly until he hears Angel and the gang of sharks laughing.]
Angel Dust: [Laughing.] I'm so fucked up!
[Husk sits at the bar counter, placing money down, and orders a drink.]
Husk: Gimme a whiskey... [Bartender places a glass down and pours some before Husk grabs the bottle.] I meant the whole bottle, jackass. [The bartender stares at him silently before letting him have the bottle and takes away the glass instead as Husk drinks down the bottle.]
Angel Dust: Haha, ya, ya, so I said "You couldn't afford me in a million afterlives." I got better options, right boys?
Demon: You got that right!
[The gangsters laugh as Husk watches and snarls.]
Angel Dust: [To one demon.] Hey, baby, be a doll and bring me another one? Daddy's outta juice!
[The demon is seen taking his and Angel's empty glasses by the bar counter as he sits down on a stool next to Husk who glares at him in suspicion as the bartender pours the liquor in the two glasses. The shark demons reaches into his suit and takes out some love potion/drug (which resembles the love potion seen in the background of "Radio Killed the Video Star") and pours it into Angel's drink making the color pink. Husk eyes widen as he watches and the demon gets up from the stool to return to Angel.]
[Husk huffs and sets his bottle of whiskey aside.]
Husk: [Muttering] Son of a--
Demon: Here you go, darling. Just for you-- 
[Just as Angel is about to reach for the drink, Husk appears from behind the demon and grabs him by the back of his suit, lifting him off of the ground as the drinks spill.] 
Demon: Woah! 
Husk: Nice try, fuckhead.
[Angel watches in surprise as Husk throws the demon across the room, causing him to scream and land headfirst into a jukebox as up temp music plays and another demon dodges. The rest of the gangsters take out their guns.]
Husk: Let's go. [Husk grabs Angel's arm and pulls him behind him while he throws a stack of cards at the demons which cuts the barrels off their guns and cuts a net loose from the ceiling, immobilizing them.]
Angel Dust: What the? Hey! H-h-hey, hey! 
[Husk drags Angel out of the bar.]
Angel Dust: Husk! What the actual fuck are you doing here? Let go of me.
Husk: No. I'm takin' you back to the hotel.
Angel Dust: Get off!
Husk: That fucker put somethin' in your drink.
Angel Dust: You don't think I can tell if someone spikes my drink? I do this all the fuckin' time!
Husk: You just let people drug you all the time?
Angel Dust: You think I ask for it? I don't ask for any of this shit! I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for Charlie to save me, I didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself.
Husk: Really? Because I just saw someone self-destructing. It seems like... I don't know... you might need a bartender to talk to.
Angel Dust: [Chuckles, incredulous.] Oh, so now you're going to act like you give a shit about me? You think after how you treated me, I'm gonna open up to you? Please. [Walks off.]
Husk: Maybe I'd treat you better if you were real, and not some bullshit version of yourself, always pushin' my boundaries! Lemme tell ya, nobody in that hotel cares who you are. How famous, how hot, so you might as well just... cut the act.
[Angel stops walking, eyes widening before tears form in the corner of his eyes. He drops the Angel Dust persona completely.]
Angel Dust: It's not an act!
[Husk flinches back a bit and stares at Angel in shock.]
Angel Dust: [Sobbing] It's who I need to be. [Crosses arms to chest.] And this... [Gestures to the redlight street.] This is my escape. Where I can forget about it all! How much I hate... everything. A place where I can get high, and not have to think about how much it hurts. And maybe... If I can ruin myself enough in the process... if I end up broken, I won't be his favorite toy anymore... 
[Husk stands there listening and blinking as he frowns at what Anthony says. Holding his hands as his eyebrows furrowed and his ears and tail falter.] 
Angel Dust: ...and maybe he'll let me go...
[Angel sits down on the sidewalk, curling up into a small ball with his legs close to his chest with his arms wrapped around them and his head buried into his knees.] 
[Husk stares at Angel with sympathy and pity, then walks over and sits down the pavement near him.]
Husk: [Sighs.] I was an Overlord once, you know. 
[Angel Dust looks to Husk, who sighs, giving an assuring smile.]
Husk: Yeah, and uh... It was nice to have that power. But when you're dealing in souls 
[The scene flashbacks to Husk’s past, in his prime as an Overlord]
[The scene shows a younger Husk in his prime, sitting at a gambling table, smiling in Pride as he looks to his prize consisting of piles of money stacks, then spreading out his cards]
Husk: While also being a gambler, the stakes are pretty high. And losing a few hands can be more than a little dangerous. 
[The cards backs progressively show Husk losing his bets, his expression getting sadder as the number of card patterns shrinks]
Husk: So when you're down on your luck, you turn to anything to... keep you afloat. 
[A card appears on screen spinning in place, showing the pattern of a sad Husk, to an evil grinning Alastor, his ominous chuckling echoing in the background as it rains hundreds of playing cards.]
Husk: Even making deals yourself. 
[A stack of cards fall into Alastor’s hand, who holds them out in a fan, and grins at a worried Husk as he has stacks of poker chips surrounding him, signifying an unbeatable winning streak, voodoo symbols floating around him as the light is dimmer and more menacing on his half of the room]
[Cut back to present]
Husk: So I know what it's like to... Regret the choices made... And knowin' ya can't take it back.
[Angel and Husk sits in silence for a moment. Then Husk begins to sing.]
Husk: So things look bad, and your back's against the wall
Your whole existence seems fuckin' hopeless
You're feelin' filthy as a dive bar bathroom stall
Can't face the world sober and dopeless
You've lost your way, you think your life is wrecked
Well, let me just say you're correct
Angel Dust: Wait, what?
Husk: You're a loser, baby
A loser, goddamn baby
You're a fucked up little whiny bitch
Angel Dust: Hey!
Husk: You're a loser, just like me
Angel Dust: Thanks, asshole.
Husk: You're a screw's-loose-boozer
An only one-star reviews-er
You're a power-bottom at rock bottom
But you got company
Angel Dust: This supposed to make me feel better?
Husk: There was a time I thought no one could relate
To the gruesome ways in which I'm damaged
But lettin' walls down, it can sometimes set you straight!
We're all livin' in the same shit-sandwich
Angel Dust: I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak
Husk: Haha! And you think that makes you unique?
Get outta here, man!
We're both losers, baby
We're losers, it's okay to be a--
Angel Dust: Coked up, dick-suckin' hoe?
Husk: Baby, that's fine by me
Angel Dust: I'm a loser, honey,
A schmoozer and a dummy!
But at least I know I'm not alone
Husk: You're a loser
Both: Just like me!
Husk: I got an appetite for gamblin'
Angel Dust: I got an appetite for samplin' every drug and sex toy I can find!
Husk: Go ahead baby, sing that song, come on!
Angel Dust: I got no holes left to deflower
Husk: I sold my soul to save my power
Now I'm on that demon's leash
Both: I'm trapped and it gets worse with every hour
Angel Dust: You're a loser, baby
Husk: A loser, but just maybe if we
Both: Eat shit together, things will end up differently!
[Angel begins humming while Husk sings.]
Husk: It's time to lose your self-loathin'
Excuse yourself, let hope in, baby
Play your card, be who you are
Both: A loser, just like—
[The shark demons interrupt and furiously fire at Angel and Husk.]
Demon: There he is! They're fucking singing?! Get 'em!
Husk: Oh shit! Stay down. I'll deal with this.
Demon: Hehe, you're fucking dead - 
[Husk kills each goon with relative ease using his cards, but had trouble with one goon jumping on his back, until Angel also pulls out one of his firearms and obliterates the demon.] 
Angel Dust: Eat lead, sucka!! *lends a hand to Husk* I told ya. I can handle myself baby.
[Angel pulls out 5 extra guns and begins fighting the rest of the demons with Husk until all the shark demons are reduced to blood and guts.]
Shark demon: This did not go as planned -[dies]
[Cut to Angel and Husk banged up and covered in the goons' blood.]
Husk: Well, that was something I didn't expect to see.
Angel Dust: Like I said, you don't know me. Sex ain't the only thing I'm good at.
Husk: Good to know, cause this guy ain't that bad.
[Anthony smiles, and the two walk out of the street.] 
----
[Angel and Husk return to hotel laughing together.]
Angel Dust: He had like 3 bills, and it took him 30 minutes to count them. His eyes are so shit!
Husk: Hehe, and this is the guy you gotta take orders from?
Angel Dust: I know! What a fucking joke, right?
[Charlie rushes to Angel in relief and hugs him tightly.]
Charlie: I'm so sorry, Angel! I promise I won't ever, ever, ever, ever- 
Angel Dust: Charlie, it's fine. I get it. Thanks... for caring about me.
[Charlie weeps tears of joy. Angel picks her up and gives her to Vaggie.]
Angel Dust: Ehh, I think this is yours.
Vaggie: Okay missy, let's get you to bed.
Charlie: [still blubbering] He-he-he said he - for-forgave me! [inaudible cries] It's so beautiful, Vaggie... 
Husk: Hey, how about that drink?
Angel Dust: You read my mind.
[Episode ends with Angel and Husk heading for a drink.]
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