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All he wanted to do was read his book in peace. But no, that insufferable spider had to push him. He just kept hanging around the pool table, eyeballing him as he played pool with Vaggie. Alastor knew Angel was trying to get his attention, but he wasn’t going to take the bait. That irritating pest has tricked him into worse than a game of pool. As he read his book, he could hear the cueballs clacking into each other and the sound of the sticks knocking into the balls. He also listened to Vaggie cursing in Spanish and Angel laughing at her expense.
“I win again, Vags.” Angel boasted. “I warned ya I was good.”
“Okay, you must to be cheating.” Vaggie said, waving at Husk for a drink. “There’s no way you could win five games in a row like that.”
“I played a lot with my brother when we were alive.” Angel explains, taking his martini. “Pops’ gang met at a pool hall, an’ we’d play all the time. I’m just good. An’ I can tell you’re not only a sore loser, but a shit player.”
“Why I oughtta--!”
“Would you two mind?” Alastor snaps, slamming his book shut so loud it could be heard from the other side of the lounge. “Is it so difficult to enjoy a nice book without you two squawking at each other like vultures over a carcass?”
“Hey, I didn’t even notice ya were there, Al.” Angel says, sipping his drink.
Alastor marked the page he was reading, sat his book down in the armchair, walked up to Angel, and got close to the incorrigible demon. “You knew very well I was there, Angel. You’ve been giving me side-glances when your eyes weren’t focused on your game. Don’t think you can lie to me about it.”
“Can you at least tell me he’s cheating?” Vaggie said.
“He wasn’t. Sorry, Vagatha.” Turning back to Angel, the deer said “I’m getting real tired of your little games, Angel. I’ve put up with them long enough, but now I’ve reached my breaking point. What will it take to get you to leave me alone?”
“Any suggestions I might have you might not like. How’s that?”
Smug bastard.
Angel thinks for a moment, then says “How about a deal?”
Alastor perks up. “What was that, my effeminate fellow?”
“Angel, what are you doing?” a terrified Vaggie asks him.
“More like a bet. You an’ I play a little game an’ if you win, not only will I leave ya alone, I’ll be invisible ta ya.” Angel explains. “But if I win… I take ya up ta my room and do whatever I want with ya. Either way, I’ll leave ya alone after today. No innuendoes, no suggestive gestures, an’ no offers ta give ya tha blowjob ya so sorely need.”
Vaggie laughed at that last part.
As much as he would rather not let this harlot spider defile him in any way he could think of, the Radio Demon did like the idea of not having him proposition him every five seconds. And as to him being invisible, Alastor could think of something to assure that.
“Alright, Angel.” Alastor held out his hand. “We have a deal.” They both shook hands and a green light shone throughout the room. After they broke apart, Alastor says “Now since I’ve observed your skills at pool, we won’t be playing that since you have the unfair advantage. So instead, we’ll play darts.” With a snap of his fingers, each player got a set of three darts and walked over to the dart board hanging on the wall. “Best of five games. I win, you won’t bother me again. You win, which there’s no way in Hell you will, you do whatever you want to me.”
“I already agreed, now let’s play.” Angel said, exasperated. “You first.”
Alastor smiles coyly and he throws his first dart. He was a master marksman in life. He hunted deer. He hunted people. And when he went to his favorite speakeasy, he was a master at darts. With his skill and sharp eyes, despite the need for a monocle, Alastor had this game down to an art. Either way, there’s no way he could lose.
After Alastor finished his turn, it was Angel’s. From the bar, Husk was drinking his booze while a nervous Vaggie filmed the whole thing with her phone. Insurances purposes, she said.
Angel stood at his mark, raised a dart, and threw it into the bullseye. The second dart, bullseye. The third, bullseye.
Alastor was visibly stunned, as were the others.
“Where in Hell did you learn to do that, Legs?” Husk asks.
“I was a mobster. Marksmanship is a necessity.” Angel explains. Looking at Alastor, the spider smugly asks “What’s wrong, Al? Gettin’ more than ya bargained for?”
“You got lucky!” Alastor says. “We still have four more rounds. Just you wait…”
By the fourth round, it was abundantly clear that Alastor screwed himself. Angel was surprisingly good at darts. Amazing, one might say. Husk and Vaggie were enjoying themselves while Alastor looked like he was about to burst into flames. But he couldn’t let them see it.
Never had one of his deals gone wrong like this. He could not let Angel beat him, but he wasn’t the kind of player to cheat at the last minute, even when things aren’t looking good for him.
Now, onto the final round. Alastor readied himself and tried to concentrate on the bullseye, not his impending defeat. He hit the bullseye once, one twenty points, and one ten. Then it was Angel’s turn. He hit the bullseye twice got one in the twenty range.
Alastor’s left eye was visibly twitching. He lost. The others were silent as they let it sink in and Angel looked at him smugly.
“Looks like I win.”
Rather than argue, Alastor took Angel’s hand as they went upstairs to the spider’s room. The deer panicked inside as they went down the hallway. There was no way he could back out now. He made a deal. A deal in which he lost.
He was royally screwed.
Angel’s room was nicer than Alastor had expected. It was in every shade of pink, the bed looked nice and lavish, his pet piglet was asleep on the aforementioned bed, and there were a few posters of Angel from some of his films. Alastor felt like he was in a porno now.
“Well, what do you want to do, Angel?” Alastor said, sitting on the edge of the bed with his arms folded like a bratty child. “You win. I’m yours for the defiling. What are you going to do to me?”
Angel said next to him, looked him in the eyes, and said “There’s one thing I wanna do, just ta see what you’re like, Alastor.”
“What?”
“I want to kiss you.”