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Valentino downed his last drink and off to the dance floor he went. He infiltrated himself there, until he was in the heart of the dance floor. He needed something to occupy his mind. May it be the music, may it be a senseless conversation with a thirsty sinner, anything to stop his thoughts. He and Vox got into an argument. And the fight just replayed over and over in his mind._____—I just don't like it. I don't like you fucking around with others! Is that so abnormal?!—From your words we're not even together, so why be jealous?!—Who said anything about being jealous? It's not that I'm jealous! I just…Valentino took out another cigarette and waited for Vox to light it. But Vox just looked at him. The Pimp Overlord squinted his eyes and threw his cigarette the other way.—You say I never listen, so I'm listening. What's. The. Problem?!Vox stood silent._____This fic includes:-best friends Vox and Alastor-problematic Valentino/Vox-Angel Dust is a good friend to everyone(Valentino is not everyone)-Valentino gets soft when he's drunk