#52assistants

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

@52assistants, continued from here:

❝ you've got it. ❞ not a second's hesitation — if there's anyone a fellow boozer can trust to keep his drink safe, it's husk. he takes the hip flask handed his way, in the hand not currently occupied with a drink of his own. ❝ you need to go beat somebody's ass, or what? ❞ he's a better man now than he used to be, but that doesn't mean he's reformed enough to be above things like petty bar fights. if somebody's ass needs beating, then that's the way it needs to be. out of idle curiosity, he gives the opening of the flask a sniff — & wrinkles his nose, out of surprise rather than displeasure. ❝ whuff— what the fuck is in there? ❞

You know? This bar in hell HAD been pretty decent. Keyword, had. For like the first hour. Up until the point that there were two dipshits across the bar giving the both of them funny looks, both, by the way with the looks of it, upper class. Snobby. Over in the VIP section behind the metaphorical red tape, treating it like an actual shield when it was really just velvet red ropes with brass stands.

And maybe, MAYBE the 70 year old human amid a plethora of demons wouldn't have given much of a fuck if he hadn't overheard these idiots mumblings of an ugly grandpa and 'that one washed up Overlord', the 'has been', according to them. Maybe he wouldn't have given two fucks if it wasn't for the fact that he really fucked with this gambling demon who he's hit up on the weekends at casinos while they were both absolutely sloshed.

He stops mid walk before he gets even halfway to the other side of the bar at the question Husk raises.

"Shit that will melt your stomach if you're not careful. You ever drank battery acid?"

"More than welcome to take a sip. You want anything off these rich fucks once I'm done with them, or nah?"

[poisonedspider]

❝ think about other people for a change, will you? ❞ from @52assistants

"Ha!" The single laugh had come out hard, bitter. Husk wouldn't know better, of course, but if he only knew how much Angel genuinely did think about other people. He wasn't the only one he was protecting. In fact, while the act helped him to feel a sense of security, it also kept others from seeing the wounds buried inside of the actor. He didn't want his friends to be privvy to the depths of which his suffering went, and that alone was enough to think about other people.

But instead he's leaning right back into that role, because that was what people expected of him. Selfish. Brash. No boundaries. If that was how they saw him, that was what they were going to get. He's pushing his sunglasses atop his head, leaning down to be more level with Husk, taking a gloved finger and pressing it against the other's nose. "How 'bout no."

Rolling his eyes before straightening himself back up. "This is Hell, Husky. Yeh' know damn betta' than anyone that it's think 'bout yeh'self, or get fucked. In th' not so fun way." Okay, this was going to be a low blow, and he fucking knew it but. Push others away before they could do the same...right? "Dare yeh' t' fuckin' tell me yeh' weren't a selfish fuck only lookin' out f' yeh'self when yeh' was an Overlord. Ah' fuckin' dare yeh'."

[c137sucks]

@52assistants 💙'd for a starter

“What’s the deal with Mr. Vintage Broadcast over there?” Tipping his glass, the scientist watched Alastor’s grin turned his way as if admiring a lab rat chew through copper. “Rather unpack it now that we’re both chemically compromised, or...? Makes no difference to me.” 

Now, Rick wasn’t a sinner—at least not one who ranked among the deceased. But that clearly hadn’t stopped Charlie from rolling out the red carpet his way as if she was expecting some kind of twisted redemption arc from the kind of guy that willingly strolled into hell for the kick of it. Maybe she thought adding Rick to the guest list gave the place street cred. 

And then there was Lucifer. Walking in the way of a CEO who couldn’t remember what half his subsidiaries even did, dragging his daughter behind him like a legal disclaimer. They were deep in debate over some contract Charlie had signed with Broadcast Boy… Lucifer throwing around terms like “ownership” and “implications” as if those words still scared people. Vaggie, on the other hand, stood off to the side, radiating “I told you so” energy with enough force to power a low-orbit satellite. As for Angel Dust? MIA. Probably off debasing something somewhere.

Rick popped a few more stale peanuts from what looked suspiciously like an ashtray into his mouth. Classy. Then, he stole another sidelong gander back at Husk, shrugging.

“Gotta say, the success-to-failure ratio here’s looking grim... Do you guys even want to move on? I’ll break it to you now, pal, there’s no sex in heaven.”

[heavenom]

🕸️      @52assistants           [     .  .  .     ]            continued  from    here     ♡    .ᐟ

“     fa’  real  .ᐣ     the  guy  wit’  the     𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗧  𝗟𝗜𝗟’  𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗡  𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗘     i’ve  eva’  seen  expects  me  ta’  jus’     𝑑𝑜  𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛’     about  it  .ᐣ    ”     the  reply  leaves  him  on  the  breeze  of  a    dramatic  scoff ,   playful  exaggeration  attesting  to     𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤  𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞  .    “     it’s  even     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐃  ,     baby  .     don’t  be  so  fuckin’  cruel  .ᐟ     i  can’t  resist     𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  .    ”

         angel    𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬  𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝  ,     arched  back    slanting  over  the  bar     like  a  piece  strung  up  in  a  museum  exhibit ;     artful  in  its    𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒  𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒     and     𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦  𝗢𝗙  𝗣𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘     in  being  a  divine  sight ,     even  if  he’s  been     hellbound     since  the  womb .     and  though  he’s     𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐫𝐭     of  appearing  as  if  his     guard  is  down     when  the  reality  is     𝗔𝗡𝗬𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗕𝗨𝗧    (     and  he’s     𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞     to  a     𝒗𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓     lying  in  wait  for  the     perfect  strike     ) ,   husk  is  one  of  very  few  men  with  which  angel  finds  himself  genuinely  comfortable .     there’s  no    𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒  𝑡𝑜  𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚  ,     no  concern  that  every  second  is    𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟  ,     that  angel  is  expected  to    sacrifice  something     for  yet  another  man’s     empty  pleasures ,    and     𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞  𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬     of  money  that  he  will  never  see .

         he  hadn’t  ever  imagined  he’d  find     𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄  𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏     in  a  man .     he’d  thought  all  they’d     ever  do     is  hunger  to  possess  him     ━━━━     the  way  a     𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇     salivates  at the sight of   a    𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝  -  𝐮𝐩  𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛  .   

          “     well  ,     maybe  it     𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍’  𝒃𝒆  ,    ”     says  angel ,     gesturing     𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲     with  one  of  many     limp  wrists .    “     like  a     𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙  𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛     i  can  press  when  you  oughta’  be  payin’  moa’     𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏  𝒕𝒂’  𝒎𝒆  .    ”     fuchsia  eyes  twinkle  with     cordial  mischief ;   a  whisper  of    𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬   others  seldom  see .     “     neva’  pegged  you  as  the     𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘  𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘  ,     anyway     ━━━━    𝑤ℎ𝑦  𝑠𝑜  𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡  𝑡𝑎’𝑑𝑎𝑦  ,     baby  .ᐣ    ”     there’s  a    subtle  shift     in  angel’s  expression ,     as  plush  lips  pull    tighter     and    𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄  -  𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒     round  at  their  corners .     “     can’t  imagine  ya  like  listenin’  ta’  me  talk     𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕  𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉  .    ”

[toxicamour]

@52assistants [ continued ]

"Ooo that's right, you're not." Valentino agrees. Only seven years ago did their partnership go 'separate ways'. That was putting that fight between Vox and Alastor lightly. The moth demon chuckles, crossing his legs over each other as pink fumes seep through his teeth. While his pupils were hidden, the bob of his head suggested he was giving Husk the once over.

"Forever Team Alastor. What is it you do at that Hotel? Act as a warning label for wayward sinners approaching rock bottom? Angel Dust may've sold his soul, sure - but he's a star. You're a has-been. An Overlord on a chain. If that isn't the saddest thing.. sweetheart, I don't know what is."

He ashes his cigarette in Husks drink.

"Vox liked you too. Must have a furry kink but - your life could be going so differently right now. You backed the wrong horse."

[poisonedspider]

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Angel had really tried to not roll his eyes, but sometimes he just couldn't help it. Sure, Husk had opened up to him about his life to a degree. Brought up losing his soul to Alastor, losing everything because of it. He tried not to judge, to not compare apples and oranges, but it wasn't like his entire family had been murdered or some shit. Or maybe they had, who fucking knew.

Still, he wanted to grab Husk and fucking shake him. Maybe take out his own frustration that he didn't have to be fucking alone because Angel was right fucking there. But he was learning to not react as emotionally - somewhat. Enough that all he let out was a simple "hm" at Husk's comment, until the bartender started speaking again.

"Yeh' th' only one forcin' yeh'self t' take that responsibility. Wouldn't kill yeh' t' let loose a bit sometimes. We already fuckin' dead." Maybe it came with the territory of being an old man. Feeling the need to take on some sort of fatherly role. The irony being that Husk had never wanted to even be there in the first place, yet here he was apparently feeling like he needed to be some sort of damn rock.

He was at least grateful that Husk had mentioned the hotel family, lips twitching into a subtle smirk at that which he hid behind his own folded hands. "Mum's th' word." More or less a promise, though one of his free hands did reach out to the man. Not taking his, allowing him to if he wanted to or not. Just being there in an...odd comforting way. "Yeh' got people here, Husky. Yeh' got me here. We losers, right? Gotta stick togetha'."

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

@52assistants replied, from here:

❝ not you too. is everybody tryin' to find out what it'd be like to make out with me, or somethin'? 'cause i'll warn you right now, my breath stinks. ❞ the old man might protest, but only up to a point. he wouldn't be opposed to a makeout — he's just not like some of these other horndogs, who crow about it for half of hell to hear.

"Stuck my tongue in worse smelling orifices."

"Was more of a question on the texture in case it was gonna head down south, if you catch my drift."

He was going to ask about the potential barbed situation, but one thing at a time, right? Break 'em in slow and steady.

[hellshoncho]

❝ everyone leaves in the end. they come, and they go. they all go… ❞

Lucifer's  shoulders  rise  nearly  to  his  ears  as  Husker's  low  bass  registers,  one  knee  still  in  the  air  as  he  attempts  to  creep  through  the  hotel  lobby  undetected.  It  isn't  often  that  he's  caught...or  perhaps  he's  perceived  more  than  he  thinks,  and  no  one  speaks  to  him  regardless.  In  fact,  he's  hopeful  that  the  barman  isn't  talking  to  him  at  all.

He's  frozen,  eyes  flitting  to  where  the  cat  sits,  or  rather  slumps  at  the  bar.  The  king  has  never  quite  understood  the  concept  of  being  drunk,  but  recently,  he  has  envied  those  who  are  able  to  be  so.  What  a  treat  it  would  be  to  forget...wake  up  the  next  morning  and  forget.

"Uhhhh⸺you  talkin'  to  me?"  As  soon  as  he  asks,  he  regrets  it.  "⸺BECAUSE  if  you  were!"  The  fallen  angel  raises  a  gloved  hand,  index  finger  outstretched  towards  the  ceiling  as  if  calling  upon  divine  wisdom.  "Don't."  Animated  once  more  and  determined  to  slip  quietly  back  into  his  suite,  he's  scrambling  for  the  stairs  again....but  then  he  hears  him.  Really  hears  him. Everyone  leaves  in  the  end.  It  echoes.  The  sentiment  sends  a  pang  of  ice-cold  pain  through  his  veins.  The  sensation  claws  at  his  pale  skin,  crawling  up  his  fingers,  arms,  torso,  until  they  find  their  home  in  his  chest.  Everyone.  Leaves.  He  turns  back  to  the  bar,  eyes  half  lidded.  "I  know  exactly  what  you  mean."