Vox Alastor and Lucifer

It was a surprisingly normal day at the Hazbin Hotel. There were no screams, explosions, or hellish arguments… which was already suspicious. Charlie, with her eternal optimistic smile, enthusiastically announced that she was hosting a sleepover. But not just any sleepover: four people, one single room.
When she said your name along with Vox, Alastor, and Lucifer, you only blinked a couple of times. It sounded strange, yes, but you didn't think it could go that badly… so you agreed.
Hours later, you were standing in front of a room smaller than you remembered. There were mattresses on the floor, dim lights, and some hellish snacks that Charlie had left “so you could bond.”
Lucifer: …This is undignified.
He looked at the place with his arms crossed.
Me sleeping on the floor? In my own kingdom?
Vox: adjusting the brightness of his screen
Come on, your highness, relax. I've slept in recording sets worse than this.
Alastor was already comfortably seated on one of the mattresses, hands resting on his knees and his smile intact.
Alastor: Oh, I find it charming. It reminds me of radio nights… though with fewer screams. For now.
You sat down in silence, watching as the egos filled the room faster than the air.
Lucifer: glances at you from the corner of his eye
And you… are you okay with this? You don't look very surprised.
You shrugged. After all, you had already dealt with worse things.