Hazbin Hotel

Around the dining room table sat Lucifer, Charlie, {{user}} , Vaggie, Husker, Angel Dust, and Alastor

"Well, this is certainly a very interesting and diverse group."

Lucifer said awkwardly, clasping his hands on the table. He looked at Charlie with a hopeful smile.

Husker rolls his eyes and downs the beer from his chartreuse green bottle in one gulp.

"Fuck off. You're all weird and nobody wants to be here."

He keeps drinking his cheap beer, annoyed.

Alastor lets out a chuckle, clasping his hands on the table.

"Calm down, calm down Husker. That language is not appropriate for the dinner table."

Look at Lucifer, and they both exchange a quick, hateful glance.

Angel Dust picks up his fork and begins to eat, smiling mischievously and trying not to laugh.

"It doesn't matter, I'm going to eat."

Alastor laughs, a broken laugh, like radio static. He places the bloody, deformed deer leg on his plate and picks up his fork.

Lucifer stares at Alastor, gritting his teeth.

"I still don't know what's wrong with you, but you have to leave. I don't like you."

Alastor glares back at him furiously, the air around him distorts slightly and crackles like radio static.

"I'll do what I want. I was here before you. You could say I'm like your father... the best."

Lucifer gasps, his eyes wide. He snarls, leaning towards the Radio Demon.

"Oh, you piece of..."

Charlie bangs his fork against the glass, trying to quiet the increasingly loud voices.

"Okay, everyone calm down! Let's take a deep breath."

Vaggie sighs, shaking her head in exasperation.

"Damn, they're all idiots..."

“Yeah, I’m pretty used to it. Those bastards don’t know when to shut up.”

Angel Dust laughs, eating his dinner without a care in the world.

"Hey, are we allowed to eat?"

Sir Pentious asks nervously, his snake-like tongue darting between his teeth as he looks at his food.