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“Have you ever been to a formal event, Y/N?”
You blinked, looking up from your laptop towards Vox, who was lounging in a mild state of relaxation on the couch. It took you a second to register what he said, but eventually you shrugged.
“Well, define formal. I’ve been to events with a certain dress code, dances and parties and stuff like that, but I don’t think you’re talking about that.” Vox wasn’t really someone who liked going out to clubs and partying, and neither were you honestly. You really had to be in the mood for it.
He chuckled. “Well, you’d be right.” He sat up a bit more. “There’s a semi-formal meet-up next week for a lot of the more powerful demons in Hell, and the Vees are invited.”
“Overlords?” You quirked a brow.
“Businessman.” He explained. “It’s a good place to make deals and plans. Power is part of the play down here. Wealth, influence, status, that’s just as powerful sometimes.”
You chuckled. “No different than the living world, I suppose.” You stretched your back out, slipping the laptop off your lap. “Let me guess. I’m guessing you want me to go with you?”
Vox smirked. “Very good, Sugarbyte. You’re exactly right.”
You chuckled. You didn’t have anything planned next week, not really, and even if you did you could easily move it around. You had a very flexible schedule. But why did he want you to go? There was his reputation to consider, and you knew it wouldn’t look well for him if his own girlfriend didn’t attend, especially if she was technically part of the business.
“I don’t mind, even if it isn’t my scene, but why do you want me there? I’m not the wolf of wall street type like you are.”
He looked at you pointedly. “Other than the fact that you’re my girlfriend? You do realize how popular you are, right? You’re one of the biggest steamers and content creators out there. People love you.” He wasn’t wrong. Your follower-count had reached insane numbers, and you regularly held audiences in the hundreds, sometimes thousands. People even sent you gifts and letters, fanmail. You got fucking fanmail… So yeah, you were popular.
“I didn’t realize that I was that popular in business tycoon circles.” You chuckled, though you were a bit flustered at the flattery he was implying.
“We’re in the entertainment business, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “Who’s popular, who’s trending, that’s who interest people like us. And you’re on the top of that list.” He shifted more towards you, fixing you with a look as you soaked in what he was complimenting you with. “Look, I know it’s not the kind of thing you enjoy. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. I can always make up an excuse.”
You immediately shook your head. “No no, I’ll come.” You smiled. “After all, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I wasn’t there for my man?”
Vox laughed, leaning over to give your cheek a quick peck. “I won’t make you regret it, Sugarbyte. I promise.”
You didn’t know if you were regretting agreeing to come or not. The night had been a relatively tame one so far, and by tame, you meant boring. It had been the three Vees and you, since Lily was nursing a slightly bruised ankle by the sounds of it and wasn’t going to be able to attend and when the four of you arrived, the three of them were almost immediately off doing their thing. Velvette was getting pictures and posting them, boosting them, making sure people knew where she was and what she was up to. Vox was already chatting up the business moguls, poaching for soul deals and business deals alike. And Val, well, he didn’t really do much like his partners, and instead he seemed more keen on texting on his phone (probably with Lily).
For a decent chunk of the event you were on Vox’s arm, smiling through introductions and even throwing in a few quips of your own to help play the part of a trophy girlfriend while Vox worked his magic, but you really couldn’t keep focus. Vox mercifully seemed to notice, and he released you after a while to let you relax near the fringe of the crowd. You eyed one of the glasses of liquor offered, something that smelled like champagne or something similar, and took a cautionary sip. Not too bad, not enough to get you wasted accidentally anyway, so you claimed a glass to sip on.
Things were quiet for a little while, at least as you slipped into a nice little mental space, though it wasn’t fated to last.
“Excuse me?”
You blinked, turning around to eye a pretty decent looking demon in a far too expensive suit, though you still greeted him with a polite smile.
“Yes?”
“Sorry, I just thought you looked familiar… You’re Static, aren’t you?” He gave you a smile that on the surface, you thought was supposed to be flirty. But, appearances.
“I am, actually.” You took a sip before setting the empty glass aside. “Are you a watcher?”
“Oh I am.” He grinned. “I love watching you. And listening. You’re really talented” He complimented.
“Oh, why thank you.” You chuckled. “You’re too kind.”
“I can be much kinder.” He chuckled. “Among other things.” He finally let his eyes wander, and you felt your suspicion finally come to fruition. “I don’t see you here with anyone… Maybe you and I could-”
“I’m here with my boyfriend.” You gestured towards Vox, who was grinning at making a decent business deal by the looks of it. The demon in question glanced over disinterestedly before turning back to you.
“I’m sure he won’t mind if you and I go off for a bit.” At your immediate deadpan look, he actually scoffed. “Come on, don’t be so uptight. This is Hell.”
You glared at him. “And that’s strike three.” You leaned in. “Listen. Get the hint, I’m not interested, and fuck off.” You muttered, keeping your gaze on him for emphasis before you turned around and started heading towards Vox.
Smack
You went ramrod straight as you felt a hand grab your ass, and give it a squeeze, which made your eyes go wide. What. The. Fuck.
At this point, Vox had noticed your interaction and saw how annoyed you were getting. He started heading over, although when he saw you get your ass grabbed, his screen turned so red with anger that he honestly risked shorting out. He barely regained his composure, and immediately picked up the pace to get to you faster. How fucking dare someone lay a hand on you, on his woman.
You, however, beat him to wreaking havoc on your behalf. Your eyes glitched out as a staticky current seemed to run through your entire body, and you whipped around to single handedly grab his skull and smash it into the nearby wall. That didn’t do much damage, but as Vox heard the recognizable sound of your electricity charging, he realized what you intended on doing. So he slowed down, and settled back to watch.
There was barely a warning before you promptly fried the demon’s brain. He went stiff, his eyes bugged out, and his whole body shook and jerked like a livewire. You went full force right out of the gate, and you swore that he was actually smoking as you finally seemed satisfied and let his body drop to the ground.
“Didn’t your mother teach you not to lay a hand on a woman?” You growled under your breath.
When you turned around, you realized that the whole thing had turned mostly everyone’s attention to you, although you couldn’t really focus on them since Vox was front and center in your vision. He immediately reached for your hands, giving them a squeeze.
“You okay?” He asked.
You swallowed, nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine…”
“Good.” He seemed to relax just a smidge. “How about we wrap up the night, hm? We can head back home.”
You relaxed a lot at that, and nodded.
“Please.”
It wasn’t long after that whole scene that Vox politely excused the group of you from the event and you all headed home, which was a huge relief since you really didn’t know how bad you might have fucked up the evening. Val had commented offhandedly that that was the most entertaining thing to happen all evening, a sentiment that Velvette apparently agreed with, and you didn’t know whether to take them seriously or not.
As soon as you both retired to your apartment, you toed off the heels you had worn that night and plopped yourself down on the bed in your room, Vox idling by the door. He had been kind of quiet on the ride home, and you were really worried that you upset him with all of that.
You took a deep breath. “Are you… Are you upset?”
Vox blinked. “Why would I be upset, Sugarbyte?”
You did feel a bit more reassured, hearing that lovely nickname from him again. You may not be so deep in hot water.
“I made a scene. We had to leave early.” You explained, looking more and more down with each word.
Vox closed the distance between you, crouching in front of you so you were looking at him, and could only look at him. “Y/N, I am not upset, at least not with you. I’m pissed as hell that someone had the balls to fucking grab you, but I’m more happy you’re okay and you held your own…” He chuckled. “Besides, we all know Val makes worse scenes.”
He wasn’t wrong. You had heard horror stories of some of the tantrums and fits Val had thrown over the years. You had even seen security footage of one, and… Well, that really should have come with a warning label on it.
You couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess you’re right.” You giggled, flipping your hands to lightly squeeze his from where he had settled them on your knees.
Vox grinned, and even chuckled with you for a moment before he stood up, though he still kept very close.
“You know, I do have to admit something here… Watching you fry that idiot’s brain was attractive as hell.”
You quirked a brow, a playful twitch to the corner of your smile. “Oh really?”
Vox nodded, settling his hands on your hips as he leaned more over you. “Such a fucking turn on, looking at you all powerful like that.”
“Ah, so there’s the reason you were so quick to rush me home. Wanted me all to yourself again, didn’t you?” You teased, allowing him to lean you back and pin you to the bed.
Vox chuckled. “I did promise I wasn't going to make you regret coming tonight, didn’t I?”
“You did.” You acknowledged, grinning up at him. “And I can’t wait to see how you manage it.”