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Vaggi
“Morning babe. Once you’re up I’ve got 3 holes that need patching, and room 304 needs a room conversion to part swamp. Alastor usually uses magic, but he’s not doing it anymore, so I guess you’ll figure it out. I have to go now. Bye babe,” Charlie says in a rush kissing the forehead of half-asleep Vaggi whose only response for being woken up at 5 in the morning was, “Uh.”
Charlie had nominated her to go and be the new fixer-person-thingy after Alastor was injured, and she was apparently expected to be up before 9 which is criminal in itself. Rolling out of bed she looks around for any sign of her girlfriend finding her missing from their bedroom.
There was a large note taped to the centre of the vanity not with a message explaining where she was going, or a cute message. A To-Do list spanning what has to be half a mile long of everything that needs to be done today around the hotel. Surely Alastor was never doing this much in one go. It’s too much for one person to physically be able to handle by themself.
“Charlie,” she calls out, but upon no response she just puts on her clothes and starts making her way through the To-Do list leaving out everything she couldn’t physically do which was a lot of it. How was she supposed to create a swamp.
It’s not like she could pull one out of thin air. She doesn’t have magic like Alastor who could probably pull a swamp out of thin air if he wanted to, she’s seen his room he did in fact pull a swamp out of thin air. By the evening she was exhausted physically and mentally from the sheer amount of things that needed fixing on top of her regular duties.
A guest needed a towel. Well that’s too bad she can’t fix the leak in the storage cupboard. How there is a leak in the storage cupboard and why the liquid is blue is a question in which no-one knows the answer. A guest wants to know about the bar opening hours. Currently not at all after a sinner smashed it for the third time that day.
She gets back to their room at midnight barely functioning. List not even half complete, not having eaten since half a leftover sandwich for breakfast. Charlie’s already sitting there at her desk pouring over a sheet of paper as Vaggi’s walks in immediately collapsing face first on the bed.
Without looking up from the desk she says, “Hey, Vaggi. I hope you got all your tasks done.” The angel’s heart clenches as she realises that Charlie hasn’t even noticed how tired she is. “Sorry, babe not even close. There’s too many and I’m exhausted.”
Charlie finally looks up and sees Vaggi almost unconscious already, yet her tone turns accusatory. “What do you mean you haven’t done all your tasks. Those needed to be done today, because we have new sinners moving in tomorrow, and I need you on sign in and briefing.”
She rolls over exhausted and just wanting to sleep pushing herself up to face her, “Sorry babe. I’m too exhausted to be able to do any of that. I’ve been running my arse around all day doing what I could. I haven’t eaten.”
“It’s not enough. You probably sat around not doing much all day just enough to get by. You’ll have to do this tomorrow as well as the sign in and briefings,” she commands turning back to her paperwork and putting headphones on.
Dejected and knowing that the fight is not worth fighting she flops back down whispering to herself, “But I’m exhausted.” Crawling under the covers she hopes Charlie will come and join her, but much to her dismay she falls asleep before she does.
If she does.
The sound of a blaring alarm wakes her up at 5 and she tries to go back to sleep, but of course she set one for 5 minutes later. She’s long gone the next morning leaving nothing, but a time on a piece of paper stuck to the vanity mirror.
Still tired from the lack of sleep it takes her a while to get ready to go downstairs and di the greetings meaning she doesn’t have time for a proper breakfast aside from a bite of toast that someone had left out.
The whole day slugs by completing task after task and briefing after briefing whilst still trying to attend to all of the sinners bringing them soaps, and food, and bath mats. Charlie did call it a hotel, but surely the sinners are capable of fetching some of the basic items and not punching holes in the walls.
Apparently not as she started keeping count and realised that she had patched 17 holes in various surfaces from sinners kicking, and fighting, and punching.
Alastor at least had his magic to help fix everything. He has tentacles who would do the work for him and the shadow men to help him multi-task more easily. He can create the alternate landscapes and track where the strange liquid in the storage cupboard is coming from.
She can’t and that doesn’t help anything when everything required would be so much easier with magic. Resentment towards Charlie builds in her chest as she looks at what she’s expected to do, before she pushes it down guilt taking over at how she felt towards her girlfriend.
She looks down at her hands where they were dry and cracked, with calluses forming along the joints where she had been lugging lumber around to rebuild the bar when it got smashed again. Speaking of the bar she needs a drink. Now.
It’s only midnight which means that pretty much everyone is still awake so she walks up to the bar perching on the stool next to Angel before slumping forward.
“Hey, toots. You okay. You look like you’re about to pass out,” he comments poking the side of her head as a joke. Realising she does actually look like she’s about to pass out he pulls back concern lacing his words, “What happened.”
Husk pushes a glass of something towards her which she takes gratefully drinking it all in one go, before slumping back forward again on her side this time, so she can face Angel. “Charlie has me doing so much and I’m running on barely any sleep.”
Husk refills her glass stopping to listen now as well. “How much she got ya doing?” Angel asks placing his own drink down and turning to listen. Without a word Vaggi just brings out the To-Do list which Charlie has added to. “Plus extra work.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? This is a lot of work for just one person. Are you sure no-one else can help you,” he asks glancing at Husk worried. “No-one can. Nifty and Husk are busy and Alastor got injured so now I guess it’s only me,” she sighs annoyed at the situation.
“Alastor’s injured. Shit. Why, what happened. That smiling creep can actually be injured,” he questions intrigued by the surprising new information. “Charlie overworked him. He’s too exhausted to work right now,” she sighs defeated.
“Really. Smiles was taken down by a bit of work. If I knew that was all it took I would’ve had him cleaning since day one,” he hums overly excited at this new piece of information. Vaggi lifts her head up enough to see him take another sip of his drink, but lays back down against the hard surface almost falling asleep at the bar.
Angel notices shooting the cat demon a look of increasing concern before speaking softly. “Alright toots you’re gonna fall asleep here. Let’s get you to bed,” he insisted scooping the angel into his arms. Vaggi leans against him too tired to protest and Husk turns out the lights around the bar early following them.
Angel carries Vaggi all the way up to the room she and Charlie share pushing open the door leaving her on the bed already asleep closing it softly behind him as to not wake her. Husk looks just as concerned as he feels watching the closed where the sleeping Angel rests.
“You reckon she’ll be okay, whiskers.” He asks worry creeping into his voice as he looks up at him hopefully. Resting a comforting hand on his shoulder he smiles softly at him, “She’s a tough one; she’ll be okay,” he says though not looking entirely convinced by his own words.