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@akahanta || continued.

"I'm supportive as fuck, thank you very much. Just because it's not always for you doesn't mean I can't be supportive. I just choose to focus on better people."

He shrugs. "I don't fuckin' know, man. Is that some guy you're shackin' up with now? It's cool if you're into dudes now, I'm sure that's all part of the degeneracy of Hell and all that shit. I'm cool with it."

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Since moving back into Vee Tower, he'd returned to old habits out of sheer survival instincts. Drugs and alcohol made life better, and the highs made it worth living. Not living... Unliving? Whatever. The point remained that they were things he needed to get by. Nothing else could do what a good high could do for him, especially when his body was sore and he didn't want to feel it any longer.

Along with the drugs, he had crawled back to his habit of rape baiting the fans at the bar, curling up nice and cozy with a stranger that just wanted to buy him a drink. Although, something told him that this time wasn't exactly one that he wanted to let his guard down for. He excused himself to go to the bathroom, then made his way to the bar on his own. It beat getting in deeper trouble by leaving with someone and not getting back to the tower on time.

Angel ordered an apple martini and sat back waiting for it to be made. The bar tender wasn't even hot... it was nothing like sitting at the bar and watching Husky mix something up for him. He could always trust him to make it taste good -- no matter what kind of order he threw at him. Thankfully he'd ordered something he didn't have to explain.

The moment his drink was set down in front of him, he reached for the glass to take a sip, only to set it back down slowly and turn to his new neighbor on the next stool. He had the fleeting thought of running back to the table he'd been at before, but knew it was no use. Someone had found him, and he was (probably) in for an awkward conversation. Maybe he shouldn't have listened to his gut after all.

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Ahhhhh Kels! You have so many great muses on this blog T_T but let's talk specifically about hazbin because that's what i'm hooked on lately.

You know I love your husky. We have such great Huskerdust stuff and you're always up for whatever naughty little thing that pops into my Angel's head :) I think that's an important part when it comes to Husk... knowing how to follow ord-- I can't even type that with a straight face. Poor Husky T_T

And your Lucifer is loved too! Especially when you and Scooby let him and Alastor bicker back and forth. I hear his voice so clearly. And those grumpy little looks come to mind as I'm reading what you write for him. Queen of ducks, right here.

I need a thread with your luci, now that I'm thinking about it likasdflkj I don't think I've ever written with him one on one and we need to change that asap. And I need all the threads with your Cherri! Angel needs his best gal pal so they can talk shit about everyone together.

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Sometimes Angel had to stop and wonder just why Husk put up with everyone getting drunk and bitching to the bartender. It wasn't like he got anything out of it, and if it was everyone in the hotel doing it to him... That had to get boring, right? Tedious and boring and not much fun while he's stuck there, manning a post that he'd been forced into manning?

That's why he'd gone to the bar that night with determination. He had set out to not bitch and moan about Valentino and the scum on the streets, but lean more into the flirting area. Which, in his opinion, was a much better way to go if he was bored of all the complaining. Too bad he couldn't control which way the discussion went after he tipped over that limit.

He'd ended up falling into the same routine; bitching up a storm about how shit his job is, and how little he cares about his co-stars, but right before he left the bar is when things got interesting.

Angel had pushed himself up on to the bar and leaned over it, grabbing for the cat to pull that furry face closer to him so that he could nuzzle against him, peppering kisses across his mouth and face. He rubbed Husk's ears with a subtle scratch and purred into one fuzzy ear.

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For as big and bad as Adam likes to say that he is, he is quite the clingy drunk. He's not sure if Lucifer would remember such a thing about him, but it doesn't entirely matter when he's got one arm around the King of Hell's shoulders and the other hand patting his chest.

He held tightly for a moment, giving the smaller man a good shake before finally relenting and leaving himself to hang off the blond's shoulders instead of almost completely encircling him with his arms. (Even so, the length of his arm is much greater than the size of Lucifer's shoulder width, even with the shoulder pads, so he still looks so much bigger than him despite sitting down.)

"Speaking of Evie," he slurs, pulling Lucifer in more tightly. His face is warm, cheeks reddened by the alcohol that's practically replaced the golden blood in his system with how much he'd been drinking. "Ya know, earlier when you said that thing..." He shook his head, then gradually returned his gaze to the other man.

There was a slight tensing of her muscles. Not from fear, but from the rush of excitement Keigo's touch sent through her body. It was like static. The feel good kind of static that made the air around her feel thin.

All combined with his voice and breath tickling her ear. She leaned back against him. Needing support now that her knees felt like they wanted to give.

"K-K-keigo." Trust, and affection for this man dripped from her body. Even before his name left her lips.