The Alchemy Of Love

Raging Tempests and Unlikely Alliances

Goat! Hate! Scoundrel! Cattle! Asqueroso! Cabron! ¡Cabeza de mierda!!! Veggie blurted out curses one after another, rushing around the room from side to side. Her small palms clenched into small fists out of anger, her hair became disheveled, and her gray eyes seemed to pour in red a little more. The girl, of course, had problems controlling her emotions, especially irritability and aggression, but this manifestation of her partially righteous anger was probably one of the most powerful of all the time spent by the gray-haired woman in Hell. All this rather curious spectacle was watched by Alastor, completely calm, always sparkling with his broad, predatory smile, who had considerable pleasure in realizing that he was the cause of her such a strong fit of rage. - Bastard! Scumbag! Malparido! Feel better, honey? No! Asshole! Veggie couldn't remember the events of last night without blushing. I would never touch that damned swill if I knew what consequences her action would have. The girl again began to scroll through yesterday’s incident in her head without interrupting her stream of swearing. It all started with such a routine and familiar circumstance for the Hotel another hangover of Huske at the end of the day, as always, escalated into a new drinking binge, but this time Angel decided to join the lonely alcoholic who, crumbling, in compliments and vulgar jokes just like Veggie, is now in curses I didn’t miss the opportunity to drink from Husky’s bottle or even steal one of the drinks standing on the bar counter until the cat got tired of it and began pouring a spider just like himself. Soon Alastor joined this dysfunctional crowd, and after him Niffty galloped up, whose appearance turned out to be as deceptive as possible because, contrary to her sweet appearance, this girl could compete with the amount of drink, even if not Husk, but certainly Angel. Somehow, they managed to steal the escort and hotel owner Charlie herself for their time, although Veggie does not remember whether she drank anything stronger than children's champagne. The last to join this whole event was the culprit of yesterday’s commotion, who definitely wouldn’t have done that if it weren’t for the persuasion and begging of her best friend: Weggs, well, sit with us, we’re so much having fun here, without you, it’s not at all sooo». Plus Angel's nudging jokes, Husk's assertion that she needed to drink for peace of mind and Alastor finally shut up and fell silent, undoubtedly the best thing about all this drunken bunch, after Charlie, sweet and sober of all their society, of course, did their job. Everything was going quite peacefully — Alastor told the audience «batina jokes» and jokes, Niffty shook with admiration and fell into delight at each of them, Huske silently sipped his whiskey, Charlie, due to drinking alcohol and waves of kindness rolling on her (even more than usual) tried to hug everyone in turn, and Angel, realizing that he could not achieve reciprocity from the gloomy cat, switched to pissing off Veggie herself. What exactly they were talking about all evening the girl didn’t remember, well, how, he said, and she just snapped and snorted displeasedly, but at some point their controversy boiled down to such a dialogue: Pfft, baby, do you know what the difference is between us? I wear longer skirts and don’t f**k in gateways for money? These are the details. The main difference between us is that I am capable of reckless actions. That is, unlike you, I can’t help but think of doing complete bullshit? Exactly! -... Look, babe, my life is, like, an exciting attraction with ups and downs, full of risks and dangers. I am capable of all kinds of game. I can do whatever I want, I do what I want. The difference between us is that I am capable of all sorts of madness, but you, sweetie, don'tt-ah, no. Under normal circumstances, Veggie would not fall for his provocations and would respond with something in the spirit of «That’s why I don’t walk around with my always wounded butt», but now, under the influence of alcohol, it seemed to her of vital importance to prove to him that this is not so. Ik, Angel, what an i***t you are. What, are you saying that this is not so, baby? Of course. Well, prove it that way. Right here. Right now. How do you like this, hic, sweetie? Comes. Well. Then. I offer you. While Angel frantically chose between dancing at the bar counter at which they were all sitting at that moment and jogging around the hotel in their underwear, Veggie decided to act on her own. Silently getting up from her seat, leaving Angel perplexed, she, with the maximum determination she was capable of, headed towards the seat on which Alastor was sitting. Is she going to smear him? Angel suggested to himself. But the spider was wrong. A couple of seconds later, each of the hotel employees, no matter what he did and no matter what he did before, stared in a silent stupor at Vegs, who sharply dug into the lips of Alastor with a kiss, including the fawn himself, for whom such a development of events was most unexpected. Even the fact that Veggie would burst into his room this morning, one night, without knocking or didn't, furiously blurting out one curse after another when he does not interfere with anyone who interfered by drinking his cappuccino and finishing reading Edgar Allan Poe was not so unexpected for him. On the contrary, the fact of the latter was quite expected. Scoundrel! Son of a b***h! Der Mistkerl! It seemed like something from Husk's repertoire. Since Husk did not limit himself to expressions in all the languages known to him, it would definitely not be difficult for anyone around him to learn a few swear words in German. Scoundrel! It has already happened, you begin to repeat yourself. And, in case you become curious to hear my opinion regarding this not-so-pleasant situation that still affected both of us, then I do not have the slightest part in your frivolous impulse. All complaints about the effeminate spider. It was he who pushed you into yesterday's incident. Ooo, you don’t have to worry about this, this Asqueroso will still get its way, I assure you, but it wasn’t Angel who sucked me in the middle of the hotel yesterday in front of all its workers and guests! You wanted to say guest. That is, yes, but. This damn thing is not at all useful now! Took time to tease me! I was the least involved in this, honey. I was the last to understand what happened. What do you think I should have done? Push you away? Exactly! What are you saying, honey? When you first came to the hotel to meet Charlie, you had no problems with that! It would be less humiliating than what happened! And so, Niffty is already writing fan fiction for us, and even in the genre of Omegaverse, bue, the video" Dust blue Frigid woman sucks a two-meter radio» is gaining views on Helltube, and Husk is thinking about starting to drink less for a while!!! Is this normal in your opinion at all?!You shouldn’t worry so much about this, darling. Just a week and systematic jokes about your prank yesterday on the part of your colleagues will stop, giving way to rare random jokes and mentions of your action during strong quarrels as a painful injection, and you can live with this.