It’s morning at the hotel. Alastor wakes up with a massive hang over.
Alastor: (Rubs his head) Damn it, I told Husk that serving Angel’s aphrodisiac wine was a bad idea.
His vision clears and he realizes he’s not alone in bed. He has his arm around a sleeping Charlie who is clinging to him.
Alastor: (Blushes) Oh boy. (Checks under the covers and sees that he’s not wearing pants) Oh boy!
He carefully slides out of bed. Charlie stirs.
Alastor: Go back to sleep, go back to sleep dear.
Charlie: (Yawns) Good morning Al.
Alastor: (Slides to the floor) Morning there Charlie.
Charlie: I had the strangest dream. Oh I don’t even want to tell you about it. It’s too inappropriate.
Alastor: Might have had the same dream. (Hastily puts on his pants)
Charlie finally becomes aware of herself. Her eyes snap open, and she sits up with the sheets wrapped around herself.
Charlie: (Blushes) Wait! You and I?
Alastor: (Still blushing) You and I.
Charlie: The whole thing? From Hell to Heaven?
Alastor: All the way. Cherubs landed.
Charlie: We have to make a pact. What happened last night dies with us. Nobody can ever find out.
Marie: Alastor breakfast! (Walks into his room) Mon Dieu! (Covers her eyes)
Alastor: (Mortified) Mother! After all these years you still don’t knock first?
Marie: Sorry honey. I’ll just go…But you are going to marry her right?
Alastor: Mother!
Marie: You know it’s tradition where we come from. Once you bed a woman, it’s wedding bells. That’s how I ended up married to your father.
She leaves and closes the door.
















