Note: this is my first fanfiction that I've ever published. And, to be honest, I'm pretty proud about how it comes (if I consider that English is not my first language). I hope you enjoy it!!
The warm lights of the hall were filling over the room, making its red purple walls alive, while I made my way down the stairs. And when there were few steps to reach the floor, I noticed Husk behind the bar counter who was polishing some glasses with a cloth, laying them on a tray that was near him after the cleanliness.
After Husk laid the last polishing glass, he turned to call me.
“Hey, kid!”
“Yes, Husk?” I asked.
“Can you come here?” he said and I reached the bar as the cat demon moved the full of glasses tray towards me.
“Take these and put in the cupboard where the others are,” Husk said and I answered with a “Ok.”
I took the tray and carefully I tried to keep the glasses in balance while I put a hand under it, and with the other one I held its edges. And before I moved away from the bar to reach the other room where there was the cupboard, I gave a last look at Husk, who started to drink a whisky’s bottle. Then I turned and walked in the direction of the other room.
And when I was in the middle of the hall, I heard Husk exclaim, “Kid, Hold on!”
I turned to look at him and asked “Yes?”
“Be careful when you open the cupboard.”
“Why?” I asked with a confusion sight, and the lighting yellow eyes of the winged feline turned away to look at an invisible thing that for him it was unpleasant. Then he returned to look at me and answered, “ ‘Cause yesterday, while I was settin’ it up, one of the doors failed on my face. For Niffty’s fault that she’d broken it while she’d tried to kill a fuckin’ bug.”
“Ouch!” I exclaimed with a soft tone of sorrow for him.
“Yeah…” Husk said with his deep and gravelly voice. “I asked Charlie if she could fix it, but I don’t know if she did it.”
The cat demon’s eyes turned down, looking at the bottle and said, “Just…be careful.” Then he started to drink his liquor again.
I turned to resume the way of the cupboard. But before I started to walk, I answered with no thoughts, “Ok, dad!”
My body stopped, as if my spinal column was frozen, and I heard Husk spit out the liquor that he’d been drinking. Then I gazed at him as he did the same with a face of confusion and surprise. And he broke the embarrassing silence, “What?!”
“What?!” I quickly replied with a tone of panic and awkwardness. “Nothing! I’m going there!”
I gave away my sight in the direction of the cupboard, then I returned to look at Husk again and said, “Sorry about that…I’m going there! Sorry, dad!”
I looked away from the cat demon and, with a quick walk, I rushed to the cupboard’s room.
“Oh fuck!” I thought. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! What the fuck did I say?! What is wrong with me?!”
Husk stood behind the bar counter, looking at you while you went out of the hall as fast as you could, with the confusion and the surprise that paralyzed his face.
Then the winged feline kneeled to reach a wet cloth that was under the counter, and he started to clean the mess of whisky that was spread on the floor. But while Husk was cleaning up the wasted liquor, he couldn’t stop to think about what you said. And like a noisy fly, your ‘dad’ word was turning around the bartender’s mind, although he was trying to focus on cleanliness.
