gamblins

A part of the Sinner knew that Husk hadn't recognized him, or at least not immediately. He spoke in a tone that one would use towards a stranger... and maybe that was the correct tone to use. While both of them had met and interacted in the past, it wasn't anything thoroughly ingrained in the bartender's life nor his own to keep around in memory. It was likely that Husk viewed him as just another gambler and nothing more. Layton looked off to the side when Husk said he seemed familiar. Was he truly that drunk off whatever it was he drank back at his casino to not remember their interactions? He didn't like to judge, but it did put into question how exactly Husk managed to keep the casino afloat with a memory that seemed so... distant. Removed. Was that for his emotional benefit? Layton didn't provide the casino nor him anything of significant value then, but even then he felt a pang of concern. Being surrounded by booze behind the bar counter couldn't have been doing him any favors.

Husk took a long look; he was trying to connect the dots, the details to why this person, this sinner, looked so familiar. The booze he was drinking, strong, had fogged his brain. Looking over to the sinner in front of him, trying to piece it together. As an overlord, he knew everyone's faces and names,s but it was only the booze that he remembered, and his soul was gone from him, and his life changed as he withered away.

With a small nod, he stared as he took a sip of his bottle. " You're welcome, " he grumbled softly. His tail flicked, head tilting to the side. watching over Layton. Taking note, before another ordered a drink, his eyes rolled as he made another drink, placing it down before taking an empty glass, wiping it down.

Ears perked up, yellow eyes met Layton's gaze. ears slowly flopped at the reminder of what he used to be before he became this version of himself. clearing his throat, placing the glass down, but he laughed it off, " We did ? " The guilt sank in. his memory was ruined; it was his fault after all, he was a drunk. His eyes widened as the name started to fill his mind. " Layton. Hershel Layton, you would come around my casino. My old friend, no fucking way ." he should have known better when he looked so familiar. a soft sigh left his lips, a brush of disappointment towards himself was aching within him " im not a good friend for forgetting yah arent i? " he chuckled shaking his head. " and what do i owe the pleasure seeing you here at the hotel ?" he muses

The casino was bustling when Alastor walked in the door—it always was, and though he didn’t admit it, Alastor enjoyed that, enjoyed the familiarity that came along with it. A small hush fell over the patrons nearest the door as they saw him, but there was too much going on here for the entire place to go quiet even at his own arrival, and that was fine with him. He didn’t need to make a big entrance; that wasn’t what he was here for, after all. 

Instead he paused, hands coming up to adjust his coat lapels slightly, almost more out of habit, as he surveyed the room. Searched the room, seeking out the familiar shape of the overlord he mostly called a friend. As much as he could have friends, of course, but no one else needed to worry about that. When he saw him, saw his wings, at least, ears twitching slightly as he became keenly aware of the gambling overlord’s laughter through the crowd, his smile spread into a full grin. It was full of teeth, but somehow not that menacing. Not unnecessarily so, at least.

With long steps, footfalls muted on the rug beneath, he strode further into the bar, and people had enough good sense to part ways for him as he came through.

The casino was booming as always, and Husk was always proud of such a thing. gamblers gambling their money away, alcoholics seeking to drink their sorrows. it wasnt until husk heard word that none other a close friend was near. a smile wrapped along his lips, words made it clear, and whispers were to be heard. ordering more drinks as his luck was about to rise. rolling the dice, the crowd cheered, the room erupting. The feline laughed, golden eyes narrowed at his sweating opponent.

Before Husk knew it, Alastor already stood next to him. A grin landed along his lips, purring with a tilt of his head. " Alastor, good to see you ! " voice smug and bright. tail flicking eyes looking over to the radio demon, " heard you were around here, whispers always seem to follow you ." he winked. His opponent seemed to roll the dice while he wasn't watching, yet the crowd whinced at the roll. eyebrow raised, eyes moving away from Alastor.

A hard chuckle escaped him, head tilted to the other sinner who seemed to be failing at even rolling the dice. " What do you think? im always in the thick of it, Al. " he licks his lips, a grin too big for his own good. One more roll and he wins. Taking the dice, he moved to a sinner beside him, having them kiss the dice for luck. Before that, he rolls the dice, and the crowd cheers once more. " Souls for the taking, are they any good? No, but the thrill of winning them is always nice ." The sinner was gone within his cards until further notice. he purred tail swinging along his side. " Now. what bring you in ? "

It wasn't hard to tell. With the way lucid was sitting the posture, his features said it all that frown too. It wasn't like lucid and usually husk is the grumpy cat and lucid is the happy fun one at least thats what ge assumed for when he first came to hell.

A brow raised look at the angel. He never really knew of his abilities. Arms crossed along his chest as he nodded softly " i never knew dream making was so lonely. " head tilted to the side as he sighed. Husk wasn't sure there way a way to help the angel. But it was sweet that he missed the hotel but Husk wont show that side of him. A small smile formed before it faded a bit. He paused as the questions. " I suppose im alright. Still working at the bar.... " he cleared his throat. Lifting his wings off the ground. " maybe.... its always hard to preen my wings.... "

Husk stared at the king for a moment. He lightly tilted his head against the beer bottle he held in his hand as he groaned softly over his minor hangover. He takes a deep sigh as he slowly stands up. " No one wants sweet ass drinks or bitter drinks, " he mentioned softly. Usually, sinners want something cheap, and that was cheap ass booze in a bottle. " Alastor volunteered me. So I dont get paid for this, " he paused at the other questions as he started to chuckle. " I dont believe in that shit. Redemption nah, I im here cause I was forced to, against my will, and if I disobey Al, there will be more problems I dont fucking need. " he shrugged, taking a sip of his drink to find out it was empty.

¹⁾ knuckles brushing across a cheek

²⁾ a fist knotted in the collar of a shirt

³⁾ lips pressed against a brow-bone

⁴⁾ legs intertwined under covers

⁵⁾ shaking hands knotted together

⁶⁾ two fingers pressed against a pulse point

⁷⁾ unsure fingers braiding hair

⁸⁾ thighs wrapped around a waist

⁹⁾ feet kicked up into a lap

¹⁰⁾ hands guiding a spoon up to waiting lips

¹¹⁾ linked pinkies

¹²⁾ a head leaned against a stomach

¹³⁾ footsie under a dining table

¹⁴⁾ hands playing gently with hair

¹⁵⁾ a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip

¹⁶⁾ fingers scratching at a scalp

¹⁷⁾ a chest pressed warmly against a back

¹⁸⁾ foreheads leaned against one another

¹⁹⁾ hands kneading at sore muscles

" Little to me, little lady, " he says softly, looking at her. She's shorter than him, at least. Many are far too tall, and she seems relatively young.

Opening up a bottle, he moved it to her before pausing with the cash she handed him. " Are you old enough to drink ?"