#prnkill

bars were not hard to come by in hell. in fact, they seemed to be much easier to come across than your average diner. upon the influx of sinners coming to the hotel due to the revelation of redemption, business-savvy individuals were quick to establish vices in the area. clubs, bars, various... houses... you name it, it was probably within 100 yards of the hotel. husk didn't MIND, though. the closer the bar, the closer the drink. why he wouldn't just make his own, you ask? simple, he just wanted to GET AWAY.

but this bar was a little too uppity for his liking; it almost seemed more like a club than anything else. but they made a good old fashioned, and it was close, so whatever.

but there was this agitating voice coming from across the room, one that husk knew all too well. hearing this DEMON talk was enough to make Husk's grip tighten on his glass, eyes glancing to the posse of fake fucks around the OVERLORD.

he knew better than to cause a scene, though. his drunkenness had just begun to peak and he knew it would only make it worse for angel. instead, he did something UNEXPECTED. he tapped on his coaster, and once the bartender meandered over, he ordered the classic 'FUCK YOU' cocktail. his head motioned to the bartender to pass it along to the entertainment overlord, and husk couldn't help but side - eyedly watch as a server placed it in front of the other as he took a swig of his own drink.

                   "There's  a  diiiiiildo  in  hereeeee.....and  I  barely  escaped  being  FUCKED  in  the  rear..." 

⸺ ❝ Ha ha! And what inspired ya to request my audience, hmm? ❞

❝ THERE YOU ARE !! the BADDEST bad-boy ! ❞

unprompted / always accepting.

@prnkill sent ── stretches provocatively over a table "oh noooo..... i'm just a little moth. sure hope a big, scary spider doesn't come and stick his big fangs into me ;)"

various papers that once held the spider's attention are covered up , fellow overlord strewn atop in invitation / like an offering at an altar to be devoured. a brow arches beneath the brim of hat , only a momentary pause before he's rising from seat to loom over val. knee parts legs , weight pressed against the tables edge. zestial's taller stature almost entirely blocks out the light from above , cloak falling around them like a cloak of privacy.

" art thou certain of that ? " rumbling voice as a claw's placed atop chest , digging in as zestial leans closer until there's only a mere breath between. skimming along jaw until he's at the moth's throat , a barely there kiss ( almost like an apology or perhaps a promise ) before maw opens wider & fangs are sinking in , driving with it venom. tongue slips out to lap at the blood collecting from the wound as he pulls back. a tilt of head , " beware what thou dost request. "

oh so you can sleep with her dad but if i sleep with your dad it's an issue