A/N: Prompt by Calliecature:
Husk and Alastor pretending to be each other. Either charades or whatever kind of circumstances. Bonus if we get to see each other's reactions.

I took this prompt as an excuse to continue the previous chapter : D

The event was going about as well as one would expect. Charlie had invited a lot of wealthy and influential people her father was acquaintanced with, and only one showed up. She had plastered a lot of posters all around the city to invite sinners who wished to be redeemed, and what she got was party crashers who didn't seem the type to be genuinely interested. She had enthusiastically asked the current residents to show up and be exemplary, and only Angel Dust showed, far from exemplary in his questionable attire consisting of a scandalously tiny dress and a large wig. What was a surprising victory was that Lucifer himself showed up, against all odds – although given the rest of the disaster, it may not count as a victory. The event most definitely didn't paint the hotel in a good light.

Now, usually this would be peak entertainment for Alastor. But the fact was that he was having a really difficult time enjoying any of it.

Husker and he had spent the roughly one hour they had had before the event trying and failing to teach Alastor how to operate in Husker's body. The wings were too heavy and opened up on their own whenever he swayed too much, and the long tail kept spinning like a propeller in an attempt to keep him balanced. None of it worked out at all to keep him from tipping over. The end result was that Alastor's newly found wings had been tied against his body with a red string to eliminate the biggest problem he had. They dressed him a red vest to hide the string and tried to make it look like the wings were just tightly folded, but it still looked unnatural.

Husker hadn't been able to dress in the outfit Alastor had prepared for himself, because Alastor didn't want Husker undressing his body. So he had simply picked a fancier coat that went alright with the rest of his usual outfit, and he was wearing an awfully clashing pair of low-heeled dance shoes to go with it, because he refused to wear anything with high heels.

And right then? The two of them were walking through the ballroom arm in arm, Husker wearing an awful outfit and a forced smile, and Alastor struggling to keep his tail in check while his wings felt uncomfortable in their binds. They were probably a right sight to be seen.

"Quit fucking grinning, bitch", Husker whispered as they neared the buffet table. "Or else I'll leave you at the table to brood alone. That would at least be in character. ...Speaking of which. I meant, cease your grinning, my dear."

Ah, right. And Husker was still mad at him, even if he was willing to put it aside for now to get through the evening together. For the most part.

It was pure bushwa.

"An attempt will be made, my-", Alastor said, received a glare, and backpedaled. "I will try. ...Motherfucker."

His mouth wanted to curl up and die.

Husker's grin widened into a much more natural look of amusement. Even if it was at his expense, it was still an improvement to the situation.

"Better, darling", Husker said, and it sounded only a little off. Husker handed him a glass of punch, and Alastor did his best to hold it with the rigid, difficult to use claws he currently had for fingers. How Husker managed to do magic tricks or even hold a pen with these things was beyond Alastor's understanding.

"Good evening, mister Radio Demon", a voice sounded from behind them, making both of them tense immediately.

Lucifer.

Of all the rotten luck.

Husker shared a panicked look with him, and then slipped his arm out of the hold, leaving Alastor to quickly grab the edge of the table to make sure his balance held. Husker turned around to face Lucifer, a wide smile plastered all over his face.

"Ahh, Lucifer! What a pleasure!" Husker said, a little too loudly but passably enough.

Alastor maneuvered himself around to watch the situation, all the while leaning against the table as discreetly as he could. He then brought the glass of punch to his lips, mostly to hide his expression and to keep himself from saying anything and blowing their cover.

"I must say, I'm surprised to see you still sticking around to help my daughter with her little project", Lucifer said with a mild smile, looking Husker up and down for a moment, and then doing the same with Alastor, although in a much more cursory manner. Judging. Unimpressed, if Alastor read him right. Why must this happen tonight?

"What can I say?" Husker said, grin straining and expression betraying his nervousness blatantly. This would be a hell to fix later. "I'm always willing to do some fuc- fun charity in the name of alleviating the sheer boredom around here. Dearie."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. Alastor took an actual gulp from his punch. A large one.

"I see", Lucifer said, and then turned to look at Alastor, whose wings instantly attempted to flare out and were only held back by the string binding them. "And you must be… Husker, was it?"

Husker was going to murder him for the fact that that was the name Lucifer knew for him. He didn't need to look to know that he was being glared at.

He set his glass down to buy himself time to think of an answer that would sound like something Husker would say. He was painfully aware of the smile on his lips that was not supposed to be there, but that he couldn't help.

What would Husker say?

"Husk to you, bitch", he said. And froze.

Husker made a choking noise.

Oh no.

Lucifer looked at him blankly.

No no no!

Alastor could feel his wings quivering in their binding and his tail felt like it had goosebumps.

He did not just call Lucifer a-

Lucifer burst out laughing.

...Wait, what?

Alastor and Husker traded shocked looks.

Lucifer clapped a hand on Alastor's shoulder and leaned against him while he kept on laughing for an alarmingly long while. Neither Alastor or Husker moved or said anything.

Everyone in the room was staring at them. Charlie looked like she was having a stroke.

Lucifer leaned back and wiped tears of mirth from his eyes, and then smiled widely at Alastor. "I can see why Alastor chose you out of everyone in Hell."

He then turned to look at Husker, who had a blank look on his face. At least he was still smiling. "This one's a keeper. Put a ring on it."

Still chuckling, Lucifer left them to go see his visibly anxious daughter.

Alastor and Husker stood in silence for a while, watching Lucifer's retreating back. Then Husker turned towards him.

"Everything is forgiven. That was the best fucking moment of my afterlife", he said, deadpan.

Alastor's wings chose that moment to break the flimsy string keeping them in check, burst open to their full span, and sweep half the contents of the buffet table onto the floor in a loud crash.

His arms and tail propelled wildly in a futile attempt to keep him standing, but in the end he overbalanced and tipped forward into Husker's arms, and Husker proceeded to hold onto him while busting a lung laughing.

Alastor listened to his laughter and smiled to himself. Yes, there would be damage control to be done at a later time, but perhaps the evening wasn't so bad after all.