The moment they arrived at the news-station, Charlie and Vaggie weren't going to lie, they felt a bit nervous. Seeing as how the last time they went here they got laughed at, it was hard not to feel a bit worried, especially since said event happened a month and a half ago.
Still Vox insisted it wouldn't go like last time, as not only did they have him on their side, but if they made a much more presentable case, he was certain that getting the hotel a better reputation was imminent.
"Look, the plan is simple, follow my lead and I'm certain I can convince them to give you guys another chance."
"How can you be so sure?" Vaggie asked,"What if they just laugh at us again?"
"I doubt that'll be an issue while I'm around. I own this place, they wouldn't dare mock a person I'm doing business with. Besides, I think if we make a good case here we might not have to worry about too much opposition. All we have to do is make this look enticing."
"Enticing? Like how? Like a music-"
"No musicals." Vox said."That didn't fare well for your reputation last time. If we don't want to get laughed out of the room, we should remain professional and straight-foward during this meeting and during our plans to advertise."
Yeah, Charlie. This is serious. We can't mess up this time. And while I hate admitting it, the TV has a point, we'll get nowhere singing songs about rainbows and unicorns."
"If we're going to sell this,we should try appealing to what sinners realistically would want. Face it, most of the people down here don't give a damn about being a better person and are content with their afterlife. However if we can appeal to those who hate being here and want an escape, that'll be a potential to the masses is the only way to go about this."
"Oh ok. Well that sounds great but what about the guys in there? What will they say when we get up there?"
"Doesn't matter, I'm the boss, they have to green-light what I say. Though I suggest you let me do the talking, the last time you were here it wasn't' very pretty. We should avoid violence if we want to make ourselves look good as well, meaning no spears."
Vaggie scowled,"Its for self-defence…"
"Just don't pull it out in front of my associates, knowing how you are you'll likely threaten those who do say anything bad against you. Right now, we don't need that hair-trigger temper of yours giving way. And understand this, I'm doing the talking, so just follow my lead and I think we'll be fine."
Charlie and Vaggie nodded, the latter reluctantly doing so. They entered the station, Vox making his presence known the moment he stepped inside. Everyone began acting more up-tight and strict, Vox being present making a chain-reaction for the workers to make themselves look more competent.
Charlie and Vaggie were ignored, or in the very least, if they did notice, mocking them wasn't seen as a good idea while Vox tagged along. They went into the elevator, leaving at the top floor with a room full of demons.
Charlie and Vaggie recognized two of them, dreading one of their presence. Katie and Tom were there, though it was the former who they were concerned about. They knew Katie didn't forget about the beat-down or the interview they had, and given it was only a month ago it was doubtful it slipped her mind.
'Oh boy, here we go.' Charlie thought.'I hope Vox knows what he's doing. This looks like a tough crowd.'
'He better not mess this up. This is our one shot at getting taken seriously.' Angel Dust had made things harder by participating in the turf-war and ruining what little credibility they had. Vaggie hated to admit it but Box was essentially their closest bet to not having this be an utter failure.
