That First Drink

"Ya know what? Ya were right, I do like ta bitch ta da bartender." Angel Dust downed what must have been at least his fifth drink for the night. Husk was careful not to put in too much alcohol, except for himself. "Hey ya good? Ya lookin' a little wobbly there."

Husk chuckled and waived his paw dismissively. "Been a long ass night. Even a bartender needs a few extra drinks sometimes. Specially when dealing with you Hotel freaks."

"Takes one ta know one baby. Speaking of, what can ya tell me about them? Something juicy I can make fun of them for."

"Sorry." Husk leaned away from the bar when Angel leaned over and slid one of his hands over Husk's paw. "That info is between me and them. Can't tell you." He could, it might be fun to see the chaotic results but... Niffty would kill him. And Vaggie too probably but Niffty for sure.

"Ya some kinda therapist? That's no fun." To his credit he didn't push it. He had a peak at the lesson on boundaries Charlie had planned for tomorrow. Nothing wrong with getting a little head start. "Well mister therapist ya look like ya could use a well earned nap. And I could too, I'm ready to crash dead." Angel stretched his arms, one set above his head, the other at his sides.

Husk took a few minutes to clean up the bar. As long as he was stuck here he might as well make it look nice. Nice enough for him at least.

"You coming?" He asked, his wings flexing behind him.

Angel was about to give a crude reply when he remembered he no longer had to be so over the top flirty. Just a bit flirty would do. "Ya know I am. Right behind ya." Yet everything he said seemed to have a flirtatious undertone.

Hopefully Husk didn't get the wrong idea when Angel asked him to walk him to his bedroom. "Just don't puke on me. That shit smells fucking gross." For the last few steps he had to drag Husk's body as the cat demon kept mumbling to himself. "This looks like it's yer stop handsome."

"Mhm. Thanks for... bringing me here. And not trying to get in my pants."

"I'll have ya know I can be a real classy slut when I wanna be. Besides when I flirt your pants off ya I want ya to remember every little moment of it." Angel winked down at Husk who looked surprisingly flustered. So the grumpy cat was a cute drunk, good to know. Gonna file that for a latter date.

"That's the kind of slut I can respect. Good night... Angel." Husk brushed his wing against Angel's arm as he entered his room.

"Good night Husk. Have some good dreams about me, okay Whiskers?" He had to get at least one flirt in before he clocked out for the night.