A/N: Prompt by Silverfliesinbluesugar:
Alastor dabbing

Challenge accepted! ;)

This chapter happens after they got together but before they leave the hotel.

Husk was so fucking done with all of this motherfucking bullshit.

He just wanted one damn normal ass day at the hotel, but nooo, no no no, of course that was too fucking much to ask for.

The problem at hand?

There was a huge fucking hole on the wall of his bar, and the furniture on that side of the room was either upended or in pieces. Outside of the hotel was a small, patched up steampunk blimp that was basically made out of cannons.

Fucking great. Such a joy. Enemy ships always put a spring on his damned steps. Could everyone see him jumping out of joy? Because he was jumping out of fucking joy.

He sighed deeply, got up from his stool, and slapped a paw on the radio behind the counter. "Al. Just in case you're unaware, the snake fuckface wants your attention. I know you like ignoring him, but he blasted a fucking hole on the wall, so if you could send him packing it'd be great."

He didn't bother waiting for a reply. Instead he picked up the small megaphone from under the counter and resigned himself to the bullshit that came next.

"Niffty, come here!" he yelled as he walked over to the hole in the wall. He turned the megaphone on and lifted it to his mouth. "Hey, asshole in the blimp! Stop shooting, we-"

Niffty appeared by his side. He grabbed a gentle hold of her head and lifted her up. She dangled on without a complaint. "-have children in here."

He saw Sir Pentious lean towards the windshield of his blimp to squint at them, and then watched his mouth flap. Husk rolled his eyes and lifted the megaphone again. "Use the damned speaker system, moron."

"Watch your uncouth language, pussycat!" came the reply once the idiot turned the speakers on. "I'm uncertain if I believe that young lady to be a child, for that matter!"

"She is a child", Husk said with a straight face, and then held the megaphone out for Niffty.

"I am a child, good sir!"

Sir Pentious kept staring at them, disbelief and uncertainty waging a war on his expression. Whatever, as long as he was preoccupied for any amount of time and thus not actively wrecking the hotel, they were good.

And then Alastor finally showed up before their bluff could fall through. He laid a hand on Husk's shoulder as he materialized next to them, and Husk frowned at him. "About the fucking time. I was starting to think I'd have to fucking fly up there to keep the bitch busy."

"That would have been a sight to behold", Alastor said merrily, and the three of them turned to look at Sir Pentious, who was now rather happily giving Alastor the good old fashioned Supervillain Speech. He ended it with a bizarre little pre-victory dance that he topped off with a motherfucking dab of all things. The stupid fucking pose had been all the rage with the imp kids a few years back, and Husk had been completely ready to never see it again. But this was Hell, so what the fuck had he expected.

"You gonna go fuck him up now?" Husk asked, watching Sir Pentious ready the cannons again.

"Throw me?" Alastor asked, antlers already growing.

"You're such a fucking show-off", Husk muttered, but dropped Niffty down and handed her the megaphone. He then let his demonic side bleed some additional strength into his core, grabbed Alastor by his upper arm and threw him up into the sky. Alastor laughed madly and shifted into the form of the Radio Demon during his flight, and when he reached the point where his ascension halted and the falling begun – and his coat hem flapped upwards in the wind just the right way to look like a vengeful God or some shit – he disappeared in a swirl of shadows and sigils.

Show-off of epic fucking proportions. But Husk had to admit that it was always a sight to see.

Husk leaned against the broken wall and watched as Sir Pentious was ripped from the control panel by long claws, after which the blimp shook, moved erratically, and occasionally exploded on spots. The cannons were somehow sucked inside of the blimp and then spat out in pieces. A few Egg Boys were thrown out of the windows and splatted unceremoniously on the ground.

Finally Alastor appeared on top of the blimp. He was halfway back to his usual form and looked impeccable as ever, as opposed to looking like he had presumably just killed someone. He grinned a bit too widely at Husk, and…

Copied the motherfucking victory dance Sir Pentious had done.

No. Do fucking not-

Alastor looked unbearably fucking pleased with himself before his face was hidden by his right arm while his left arm shot to an approximate of thirty degree angle towards the side.

He fucking did.

Husk sighed deeply, ran a paw down his face, and turned around to head back to his bar.

He was so fucking done with this entire motherfucking day, and he needed a damned drink.