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Vincent was late for their weekly bar get-together.
The very busy radio broadcaster worried for the disruption in his schedule. Not for any other, more sentimental reason, of course—what a silly idea!
Alastor left the bar in search of him only minutes later, finding Vincent somewhere he wasn't expecting:
In his bathroom—
Laying in a pool of his own blood.
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“Alright, you know what? Fuck it! Yeah! Fuck me if you’re wrong, asshole!”
Alastor’s laughter petered out as he wiped a tear away from his eye. “Pardon me. I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say, old chum?”
“I said,” Vox enunciated, “that if I win, you fuck me.”
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After the battle against Heaven, Vox follows Alastor into a bar. Conversation eventually turns to the Hell's Hottest Poll, and while Vox feels confident in his victory, Alastor isn't so sure.
And a bet is made.
(inspired by Mimi's artwork on Twitter)