For /goatgoesmbe, who requested Husk, Angel, Charlie, and an envelope.

A mystery envelope arrives for Angel one morning at the Hotel, and Charlie asks Husk if he knows who left it...✉️👀😻

"Uh, Husk?" Charlie picked up the envelope left lying on the concierge desk, and gave it a look over.

It was a plain, simple envelope, held together at the back with sticky tape, and it had TO ANGEL DUST written in big messy letters on the front - but there was no indication of who sent it. And with Angel's career and his history with the pimp overlord Valentino, could you blame her for being a little wary?

"What, Princess?" Husk grunted.

"Do you know who left this envelope on the front desk? It's for Angel."

The bartender sighed in his usual put-upon way. Charlie noted that he looked particularly tired and ruffled this morning - almost like he hadn't slept at all. "Lemme see it."

She half-dashed across the lobby to hand him the envelope. Husk took it, and barely looked at it for half a second before slapping it back down on the bar counter.

"Nope."

"You barely even looked at it!" Charlie pouted indignantly.

"Didn't need to. Don't recognize it."

"Are you really sure?"

Husk glowered, and his fur puffed up in mild offense, but he just rolled his eyes and gave the letter another glance - again, for only the briefest of moments. "Still nope."

Charlie bristled, getting frustrated. "Well, Husk, you were on desk duty last night, did you at least see who left it–?"

"Nuh-uh. Al said he ain't seen anyone last night either." Husk put the envelope back down, gentler this time. "Listen, Princess, just give 'Legs his letter, I'm sure it's not dangerous. Me or Al'd be able to tell if it were from the Vees-"

"Waitaminute." Charlie blinked, holding up a hand. "...That's not what Al told me. He said he saw a cloaked demon drop off the envelope at 3am."

The barcat blanched, spluttered, bit back a word that would've cost him another coin for the swear jar… and blushed? "He – that – wasn't – ffffuhhhh – we agreed –!"

Curiouser and curiouser.

Charlie picked up the envelope again, mulling over Husk's suspicious reaction. She checked the writing on the front one more time.

And then her eyes fell upon the countertop chalkboard with the week's special cocktails scrawled on it in all-caps.

WE GOT ABSINTHE

SAZERAC OR CORPSE REVIVER

SAME PRICE AS OTHER COCKTAILS

It was the same handwriting. It was Husk's handwriting.

Oh.

OH.

"Awwwwwwww, Husk!" Charlie squealed, as realization and delight washed over her. "You're gonna surprise Angel with a gift –!?"

"No! No, no, nonono, sshhhh!" Husk hissed frantically, frantically wagging a paw at her and blushing even harder. "Not so damn loud–!"

"'Ey, what's all this fuckin' racket for, babes?"

Husk sprung into the air and yowled in fright as Angel sauntered down the stairs, bleary-eyed and wearing his comfy shorts and pink cropped sweater. Charlie decided she could forgive his language today; she was sure that the cuteness that was about to go down would be more than worth it.

"Morning Angel!" she chirped, beaming like the cat who got the cream. "Oh, it's just that someone sent you something!"

The actual cat in the room whimpered.

"Oh?" Angel came closer, and took the proffered envelope from Charlie. He took one look at the writing on the front, and his face split into a wide smile. "I know this handwriting… Huskyyyy?

"I - gghggghghhh…" Husk was now blushing so hard he was practically incandescent. "I wanted it to be a surprise…"

"It is a surprise! Still dunno what's in it!" The spider tore open the envelope with a claw, and pulled out a couple of slips of paper.

He froze. And didn't move for several seconds.

Charlie started to worry. Husk was visibly fretting, wringing his paws as his ears folded back against his head.

"Husk…" Angel near-whispered at last, "...these are tickets to Ozzie's one-night-only show in Pride. Front row seats."

"Yeah," Husk babbled, " I mean, I saw ya lookin' all wistful-like at the billboards and posters out on the town, an' – an' I thought, well, it'd be worth diggin' into the savings to – to treat ya –"

He got no further than that, however, as three pairs of arms grabbed him and pulled the old cat into a tight, fluffy hug.

"Grazie, grazie, grazie amore mio ," Angel choked out, over and over, in between peppering Husk's face with kiss after kiss after kiss.

Charlie took a few steps back to give the couple some privacy, biting her lip to prevent her internal squeeing from escaping and interrupting Angel & Husk's precious, tender moment.