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Angel could safely say he was emotionally fucking exhausted, physically too. The only thing really keeping him up was the barstool underneath him, and one of his arms propping up his head as he took pulls from the whiskey bottle Husk put in front of him. But to be fair how many other sinners could go through a sadistic night at Val’s, a emotional charge argument, the start of what was supposed to be a bender, another emotional argument, a song and dance number, then a gang fight, and still come out looking like a 10? Nobody except Angel of course.
Still 10 or not Angel figured the least he deserved after all that was to be able to lay his entire upper body across the bar and passed out.
The only reason he wasn’t, was he couldn’t keep looking at the bartender if he passed out, and there was this little scrape on Husk’s cheek that looked as though it might reopen every time he spoke.
“Where you learn to shoot multiple tommy guns though?” Husk ask, taking a swing of the bottle.
“Please, the twenty’s were known for them. Findin someone in Hell who sold them was a probably one of the easiest scores I’ve had!” Angel waved off the question as if it was no big deal. They both had been sitting at the bar for a couple hours now trading questions as they polished off multiple bottles of liquor.
“Now a more important question. Where ya learn to dance?” A sly smile spread across his face at the memory of Husk leading him through steps during their dance.
“You don’t need to worry about that.” Husk said smoothly, as he handed the bottle back to Angel.
Taking the bottle from him. “Fine, keep your secrets.” Angle took several gulps of whiskey. “Just know I’m going to assume the most embarrassin reason I can think of.”
“Fine by me, no one’s going to believe you.” Husk leaned down and open of the bar’s cooler.
Angel let his eyes slide down Husk’s back. Damn. “Sweetheart, I don’t need them to believe me, just for them to start talkin about it.”
Husk let out a laugh as he got back up holding a rag with ice in it. “Here, for your eye.”
A huff escaped Angel mouth. “It’s not that bad.” His content mood starting to shift.
“I know, I know, you can take care of yourself, but before we both get to drunk to remember.” He folded the rag into a nice little square and placed it on top of one his hands. “This will help a lot more than the whiskey will.”
“Fine, but you still owe me more details on what Niffty tells ya when she’s here.”
“Trust me, your happier not knowing. Just make sure she never finds any reason to go into your room besides to clean.” Husk said.
“What do you mean?”
“Just make sure.”
“Okkkay?” Angel made a mental note to make sure to lock his door when he’s not in his room. “What about Sir Pentious, that slithery fuck really watch us sleep?”
Husk turned to pick up another rag to start wiping down the bar. “Yup, and he doesn’t go through the door when he does.”
“….I’m going to have to go through my entire room to figure out what that means, aren’t I?” Angel asked.
“That’s what I did.” Husk replied.
Before Angel could ask if he had any luck finding where the snakey shit was getting in at. A yawn slipped out.
“Alright, last call was hours ago. Time for bed.” Husk looked over at the clock on the wall.
Four a.m
“But Husky, I’m not even that tired.” Angel whined, mostly jokingly. In truth he kinda just wanted to keep talking to the guy who was becoming his favorite bartender.
“Bullshit. There’s no way your not exhausted after everything.” Husk ran his eyes down Angel. Seeing the bruises, and Angel’s eyes starting to droop told Husk everything he need to know. “Go on upstairs. I’ll clean up.”
“Alright, fine. Just know I would have made cleanin’ up the bar a lot more enjoyable.” Angel promised with a wink.
“I’m sure dragging your unconscious body to your room after you pass out on me would have been a blast, but I think this is better for everyone.” Husk replied.
Angel stood up from the bar and his head immediately swam. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Thanks for the drink Husk.” Angel made his way to the doorway.
“One last thing though, if you think breaking yourself is what’s going to get that shithead to leave you alone, you’ll have an easier time finding another way out.” Husk said as he toss out empty bottles.
Angel sighed. “And why do you think that?” He mutter through gritted teeth. He was so close, to just getting his feet under him with Husk and now what little progress they made tonight was about to go to shit.
Husk look up toward the doorway where Angel was looking back at him. “I think you’ll find you’re made of some pretty unbreakable stuff.” Husk said.
Oh.
Ohh.
“Uh yeah. I’ll keep that in mind. Goodnight.” Angel said quickly as he rushed to his room.
What the fuck.
Angel closed the door of his room and locked it. His heart fluttering and his cheeks starting to burn.
He knew he had wanted to fuck Husk, had told him he had wanted to fuck him, and he made it clear to everyone else at the hotel he wanted a roll in the sheets with the cat demon. But what his heart just did had nothing to do with lust.
That was the start of something else, something a lot more complicated than just sex.