hell's best bartender

keep that to y'self.

[deadbeatbartender]

you think i'm some kind of fuckin' clown?!

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[deadbeatbartender]

hi husk. would you rather be a dog or a car

neither. but a car probably, wouldnt have to think or nothin'. id probably still be at that deer freak's beck 'n call if i was anything else.

[mcalastor]

"al, i don't know what's goin' on. im stressing the fuck out, how long has it been?? where am i??"

@deadbeatbartender

"Oh, why hello there Husker! It's nice to finally see a familiar face! Good golly, I have seen enough rectangular heads."

blink

"Hm? You are at this.. McDonald's thing. And for how long it had been, Im not quite sure! Either way, seems like you'll be assisting me for quite some time, no?"

Grin.

[deadbeatbartender]

Husk rubbed his eyes with one of his hands, the other resting above his hip. He groaned, now annoyed he bothered going to Alastor in the first place.

"Fuck, I guess I don't got a choice now." He said with a huff, his eyes narrowing as he searched the establishment. "I'd make fun of ya' if my ass wasn't at your beck and call." He said, his annoyance clear.

"At least I'm not around the rectangles. Why's that Vox guy still bothering, anyways?"

[mcalastor]

"I'll generously overlook your remark since you were as kind as to lend me your services!"

Not like Husk has a choice, anyway, Alastor thought.

"And as for the piece of scrap, I really have no clue! He decided to work at this greasy diner after seeing me here. Anyway.. You, my friend, should probably get to work!"

He gestures to the kitchen with a smile, before tucking his arms behind his back.

"Do call when you are in need of assistance!"

[deadbeatbartender]

The cat's bushy eyebrows narrowed in annoyance as Alastor brought back up his servitude. He crossed his arms, the ears on his head flattening to show his disapproval. Not that it mattered any.

"Whatever. Guess he really can't be original." He said with a slight smirk before huffing at the direction. Though, as usual to avoid any wrath, he huffed and walked around the counter towards the back of the kitchen.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Fuckin' dragging me around-," He muttered to himself as he walked off, already feeling the grease of the establishment soak into his fur. Fuck Alastor.

[mcalastor]

"al, i don't know what's goin' on. im stressing the fuck out, how long has it been?? where am i??"

@deadbeatbartender

"Oh, why hello there Husker! It's nice to finally see a familiar face! Good golly, I have seen enough rectangular heads."

blink

"Hm? You are at this.. McDonald's thing. And for how long it had been, Im not quite sure! Either way, seems like you'll be assisting me for quite some time, no?"

Grin.

[deadbeatbartender]

Husk rubbed his eyes with one of his hands, the other resting above his hip. He groaned, now annoyed he bothered going to Alastor in the first place.

"Fuck, I guess I don't got a choice now." He said with a huff, his eyes narrowing as he searched the establishment. "I'd make fun of ya' if my ass wasn't at your beck and call." He said, his annoyance clear.

"At least I'm not around the rectangles. Why's that Vox guy still bothering, anyways?"

[deadbeatbartender]

that was a long ass nap... where the fuck am i

[deadbeatbartender]

we are so back

[deadbeatbartender]

what if i came back soon

[deadbeatbartender]

2 likes on my dead account do you guys still have notifs on or something

[pigeonsfx2763]

Yeah I've had notifications on for ages

[deadbeatbartender]

bro was awaiting my return...

[deadbeatbartender]

what if i came back soon

[deadbeatbartender]

2 likes on my dead account do you guys still have notifs on or something

[deadbeatbartender]

what if i came back soon

[deadbeatbartender]

hey guys... guess what just got announced...

[deadbeatbartender]

A very skeletal looking sinner wearing an army cap and leather jacket sits down at the bar without saying a single word. Instead of callling husker over like any other impatient deadbeat would, he simply waits for the feline to come to him instead.

The sinners eyes are yellow and reptilian in nature. They also look very tired, like he has been up for several nights straight.

Husk allowed the sinner to sit at his bar, mixing a drink for another guest. He took only a moment to scan the man, writing him off as interesting but ultimately not worth his time.

When finished with the other customer, the bartender walked to the skeleton-like man, his gruff expression unfriendly as usual.

"What can I getcha?" He asked, not bothering to pull into the man's personal life. Everybody who went to a bar looked like shit, he couldn't go 5 minutes without seeing somebody who needed some extra sleep.

[guns-and-brimstone]

“Meh.. Gonna be a long night….. guess I’ll start with somethin’ strong…. You know how to make B52?…”

An interesting choice of drink. Famous among soldiers in the late 60s on earth. And named after the famous B-52 bomber plane. It is a layered cocktail made from kahlúa coffee liqueur, Irish cream bailey and grand mariner.

Reaching in to his pocket, the sinner pulled out a ragged old wallet.

“I… can order somethin’ else if you don’t know how to make one of those..”

[deadbeatbartender]

Husker knew his alcohol and was more than capable of mixing most drinks for whoever asked. He couldn't help but chuckle, his shoulders dropping as he turned around, walking back to find the supplies needed. "Yeah, I know it."

He took out the shot glass, pouring each layer of the drink in front of the man in front of him. Carefully, he slid it forward, shaking his head when the sinner began to attempt to pay. As much as the feline despised turning away payment, he knew Charlie would have his head if he took it despite her rules.

"No need ta' pay, hotel expenses 'n all that." He muttered, turning his back once more.

[guns-and-brimstone]

“Free booze?…. Now this is starting to sound more like heaven than hell..” The worn down sinner joked with a quiet chuckle. He took a sip from the cocktail and let out a satisfied breath. “Perfect.”

He took out a single soul bill from his wallet before putting it away. Holding up the currency towards the Feline bartender that now had his back turned towards him again. “Am I at the very least allowed to tip an employee for a good service?”

The sinner seemed genuine in his voice. Like he actually wanted husker to receive 'Something' in exchange for not being a complete asshole to him. Which we all know is a rarity down here.

[deadbeatbartender]

"Yeah, that's how they get'ch'a." The cat mumbled under his breath. His wings tucked against his back tightly, ensuring that he wouldn't make a mess or turn the wrong way on accident. He nodded, glad the sinner was happy with his drink, and wouldn't be trouble.

When offered again, Husker huffed out a laugh, one of his hands finding a home on his hip. "I appreciate it 'n all, but my boss'd kick my ass if he caught me takin' tips."

The man at his bar seemed to take the avian's interest, the continuous push for payment not something he had seen before. Of course, there were lots of souls in Hell, but not a lot tended to give a shit about respecting their servers. "Why'd you care so bad? Got cash burning a hole in your pocket?" He teased lightheartedly, testing the waters.

[guns-and-brimstone]

Guss smiled softly. Putting his money away. He wasn’t going to force Husker to accept any sort of payment if that would mean trouble for the bartender.

He tried his best to hide it, But there was a hint of gloom in his voice when husker made the joke about the money burning a hole in his pockets. Hard to determine exactly why, But there was definitely something in those words that had given his mood a blow.

”Nah…. I just find myself sitting in a bit of money right now. And i won't be needing it in the near future….”

After a few seconds of silence the sinner smiled and finished his shot in a single gulp. Like his mood had been instantly brought up again.

”So, might as well give a little of it to some folk that could actually have better use for it…. But i understand if you can't accept it… . We all have our superiors to consider after all…. Another B52 please. Make it a double~”

[deadbeatbartender]

Husker listened, his attention on the skeletal sinner and nothing else. The saddened comment piqued his interest, but he didn't plan on pushing too far past friendly conversation. Of course, if Guss wanted to vent of his own free will, the feline would do his job as the bartender to listen.

"Hm, well, I'm sure there are some good local establishments that might interest ya'. Most have to do with sex 'n whatever they can sell ya', but there are a couple cute places. Charlie, the dame in charge, there's a nice little bakery local that she loves."

He wasn't intentionally trying to push the man out of his bar, but he hoped he could make his last living moments nice, assuming he was on his way to suicide or something sinister in that case.

His ears shifted as the veteran requested another drink, nodding and turning around. He grimmly chuckled at the thought of his superior, ignoring the way the word lit the flame of hatred in his heart that was almost constantly burning. He didn't say anything on that, as everyone had their own demons.

He slid the next drink over, his eyebrows lifting. "You got a date with death in a bit?" He couldn't stop himself from asking, curiosity close enough to killing the cat.

[deadbeatbartender]

A very skeletal looking sinner wearing an army cap and leather jacket sits down at the bar without saying a single word. Instead of callling husker over like any other impatient deadbeat would, he simply waits for the feline to come to him instead.

The sinners eyes are yellow and reptilian in nature. They also look very tired, like he has been up for several nights straight.

Husk allowed the sinner to sit at his bar, mixing a drink for another guest. He took only a moment to scan the man, writing him off as interesting but ultimately not worth his time.

When finished with the other customer, the bartender walked to the skeleton-like man, his gruff expression unfriendly as usual.

"What can I getcha?" He asked, not bothering to pull into the man's personal life. Everybody who went to a bar looked like shit, he couldn't go 5 minutes without seeing somebody who needed some extra sleep.

[guns-and-brimstone]

“Meh.. Gonna be a long night….. guess I’ll start with somethin’ strong…. You know how to make B52?…”

An interesting choice of drink. Famous among soldiers in the late 60s on earth. And named after the famous B-52 bomber plane. It is a layered cocktail made from kahlúa coffee liqueur, Irish cream bailey and grand mariner.

Reaching in to his pocket, the sinner pulled out a ragged old wallet.

“I… can order somethin’ else if you don’t know how to make one of those..”

[deadbeatbartender]

Husker knew his alcohol and was more than capable of mixing most drinks for whoever asked. He couldn't help but chuckle, his shoulders dropping as he turned around, walking back to find the supplies needed. "Yeah, I know it."

He took out the shot glass, pouring each layer of the drink in front of the man in front of him. Carefully, he slid it forward, shaking his head when the sinner began to attempt to pay. As much as the feline despised turning away payment, he knew Charlie would have his head if he took it despite her rules.

"No need ta' pay, hotel expenses 'n all that." He muttered, turning his back once more.

[guns-and-brimstone]

“Free booze?…. Now this is starting to sound more like heaven than hell..” The worn down sinner joked with a quiet chuckle. He took a sip from the cocktail and let out a satisfied breath. “Perfect.”

He took out a single soul bill from his wallet before putting it away. Holding up the currency towards the Feline bartender that now had his back turned towards him again. “Am I at the very least allowed to tip an employee for a good service?”

The sinner seemed genuine in his voice. Like he actually wanted husker to receive 'Something' in exchange for not being a complete asshole to him. Which we all know is a rarity down here.

[deadbeatbartender]

"Yeah, that's how they get'ch'a." The cat mumbled under his breath. His wings tucked against his back tightly, ensuring that he wouldn't make a mess or turn the wrong way on accident. He nodded, glad the sinner was happy with his drink, and wouldn't be trouble.

When offered again, Husker huffed out a laugh, one of his hands finding a home on his hip. "I appreciate it 'n all, but my boss'd kick my ass if he caught me takin' tips."

The man at his bar seemed to take the avian's interest, the continuous push for payment not something he had seen before. Of course, there were lots of souls in Hell, but not a lot tended to give a shit about respecting their servers. "Why'd you care so bad? Got cash burning a hole in your pocket?" He teased lightheartedly, testing the waters.

[deadbeatbartender]

A very skeletal looking sinner wearing an army cap and leather jacket sits down at the bar without saying a single word. Instead of callling husker over like any other impatient deadbeat would, he simply waits for the feline to come to him instead.

The sinners eyes are yellow and reptilian in nature. They also look very tired, like he has been up for several nights straight.

Husk allowed the sinner to sit at his bar, mixing a drink for another guest. He took only a moment to scan the man, writing him off as interesting but ultimately not worth his time.

When finished with the other customer, the bartender walked to the skeleton-like man, his gruff expression unfriendly as usual.

"What can I getcha?" He asked, not bothering to pull into the man's personal life. Everybody who went to a bar looked like shit, he couldn't go 5 minutes without seeing somebody who needed some extra sleep.

[guns-and-brimstone]

“Meh.. Gonna be a long night….. guess I’ll start with somethin’ strong…. You know how to make B52?…”

An interesting choice of drink. Famous among soldiers in the late 60s on earth. And named after the famous B-52 bomber plane. It is a layered cocktail made from kahlúa coffee liqueur, Irish cream bailey and grand mariner.

Reaching in to his pocket, the sinner pulled out a ragged old wallet.

“I… can order somethin’ else if you don’t know how to make one of those..”

[deadbeatbartender]

Husker knew his alcohol and was more than capable of mixing most drinks for whoever asked. He couldn't help but chuckle, his shoulders dropping as he turned around, walking back to find the supplies needed. "Yeah, I know it."

He took out the shot glass, pouring each layer of the drink in front of the man in front of him. Carefully, he slid it forward, shaking his head when the sinner began to attempt to pay. As much as the feline despised turning away payment, he knew Charlie would have his head if he took it despite her rules.

"No need ta' pay, hotel expenses 'n all that." He muttered, turning his back once more.

[deadbeatbartender]

A very skeletal looking sinner wearing an army cap and leather jacket sits down at the bar without saying a single word. Instead of callling husker over like any other impatient deadbeat would, he simply waits for the feline to come to him instead.

The sinners eyes are yellow and reptilian in nature. They also look very tired, like he has been up for several nights straight.

Husk allowed the sinner to sit at his bar, mixing a drink for another guest. He took only a moment to scan the man, writing him off as interesting but ultimately not worth his time.

When finished with the other customer, the bartender walked to the skeleton-like man, his gruff expression unfriendly as usual.

"What can I getcha?" He asked, not bothering to pull into the man's personal life. Everybody who went to a bar looked like shit, he couldn't go 5 minutes without seeing somebody who needed some extra sleep.

[deadbeatbartender]

hai :3

you should watch Arrival its a great movie and it criticizes the military so if you like that kinda stuff go watch it right now

hey so please re ask this for an in character answer, but I LOVE ARRIVAL !!!!!! SUCH A GOOD MOVIE

i talk about this movie all the fucking time, one of the best things ive ever watched i think about it all the time. this movie is apart of what started my interest in languages and the type of scifi themes that arrival holds

not even kidding you i saw this ask and SMILED!!!!!!! I LOVE ARRIVAL!!!???

[deadbeatbartender]

hiiiiiu

afternoon ta' you too.

[headlessdeaddancer]

HI HUSK

[deadbeatbartender]

heya. what's goin' on with you, kid?

[headlessdeaddancer]

iii got adopted by a god!

[deadbeatbartender]

uh huh. "a" god?

[deadbeatbartender]

hiiiiiu

afternoon ta' you too.

[headlessdeaddancer]

HI HUSK

[deadbeatbartender]

heya. what's goin' on with you, kid?