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Angel set down a bottle of George Roe Irish whiskey on the end of the bar “here Whiskers, one of the creeps on set gifted this to me today you can keep it if you want. I've gotta clean the scum off me.”
Husk's ears perked up in his direction “That's fine you can leave it there and if you wanna talk about it or drink about it feel free to come crack open a bottle of something you might actually enjoy” Shaking a bottle of something both shimmering and far too many shades of pink.
Angel nodded with a tired smile and continued his walk up the hotel stairs passing alastor with a resigned “hey smiles” his hand raised in a half wave as he ascended the staircase.
Alastor “hmmed” as he passed by in greeting and slid into a seat at the bar seemingly to ruin husk's day if you were to inquire with him. Alastor of course did not. “Ahah! Why I do remember such a bottle making appearances at one point but I had so little time to come into the presence of one.” Alastor tilted the whiskey bottle in his hands to better admire it's amber colored glass and fraying label.
“Have at it” Husk gestured towards the bottle in the other mans clawed hands. Honestly anything to get the overlord off his back and as far away from him as possible. Maybe he'd get lucky and the whiskey would distract him from whatever inane task the deer demon has been hatching to torment him as of late.
“Well, I suppose if you're not interested it should be with someone who can appreciate it.” Alastor stated as a whiskey glass materialized in front of him on the bar. “Nothing like an old malt to bring up fond memories” he poured himself a tall glass and took a long slow drink. Noting the rich body and complex notes.
“Uh-huh” Husk was certain whatever fond memories the radio demon had certainly wouldn't be fond for anyone else. He shuddered at the thought of what went on between the two antlers positioned on the radio demon's head in what was most certainly a display of revulsion.
After finishing his first and second glass Alastor with a third in his hand stood up from the bar. “well It looks like you've got company, I suppose it couldn't hurt to return at a later date to inquire about our lovely hotel guests time here with their-” he paused for dramatic effect “very personable bar tender.” He chuckled as he started making his way to the stairs. Leaving a shocked Husk in his wake as Angel came down in his robe looking refreshed.
“Now that's Betteh” he remarked sitting down at the bar and reaching for one of the balloon glasses filled with cotton candy, ice and strawberries. “What on earth is going on here Whiskas?” He looked pointedly down at his cup as Husker Poured Pink candy floss gin into it and topped it with an edible pink rose.
“What's going on is I owe you a whole lot more right now then a fancy drink.” Husk was still staring gob smacked at the staircase Alastor had retreated towards.
“What's that even supposed to mean?” Angel laughed with a raised eyebrow. His heart felt a little lighter with the overly pink and personalized drink. Sitting in front of him and Husk's aloof yet caring presence.
“Don't worry about” Husk's reply was short and matter of fact. He started making himself one of the garishly pink drinks and side-eyed angel. “It's an original by the way I thought we could come with a name together.”
Angel smiled and leaned forwards excitedly on a pair of hands while the other held onto his drink. “I already know we gotta name it after Fat Nuggets!” The word Nuggets reverberating off the walls and after a brief pause they both burst out laughing it was pretty okay this not having to hide parts of yourself around somebody. The drink wasn't too bad either.