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Drinks and a lame party. [HuskerDust oneshot]

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Alright, @randompersonnumber3 and @spiderwithatommygun This ones for you two.

Fair warning. This is my first time writing HuskerDust. Still hope you enjoy it

To say Angel was having fun would be a load of bullshit. He groaned from his spot against the wall of the large ballroom. Tonight Charlie, Vaggie, and that strawberry pimp had organized a party for to people of hell. Or simply put, to get some demons in this place.

When the spider heard ‘party’ you could imagine his excitement looking forward tonight. He hadn’t the chance to have been at an actual party in a month thanks to Charlie and that shit. But as he looked across the ballroom this was not his idea of a party.

He grimaced as he looked again.

Classical music filled the room, like something rich people would play at one of them fancy parties. What was worse, every demon in here was dressed all nice, men in suits women in fancy dresses. Hell, even the food was fucking refined.

Even he himself was forced to wear this classy clothing. Pink blazer white pants, something similar to what Alastor had thrown him into on the day he showed up.

At least he got to wear his boots.

Where was the loud club music! And the flashing lights, the smell of sex and drugs, the alcohol shitty food, and people in shitty clothes!

Angel huffed, his mind backtracking a few steps.

Wait.

Alcohol.

As if his mind followed his new train of thought they traveled across the room. Tucked against one of the far walls, sporing his white button-up and tie was the bar cat he always messed with. Angel grinned, a new idea coming to his mind.

Putting his plan into action Angel strutted over to the bar cat.

Husk was in the middle of pouring some high-class demon a drink in one of those wine glasses. She was a cat-like demon, her fur a dark brown. And that red curly hair matched the classy dress she wore.

As he got closer, Husk not even noticing him yet, he realized that the same demon was taking her own jabs at him. “Oh come on…I’ll make your night more interesting than this.” She purred, her tail wagging a little. Husk was obviously uncomfortable and giving about the same reaction he did with Angel’s flirting.

“Fuck off.” Angel snickered when the cat girl cocked her head back. All in the same minute she got up from the bar and walked away with her nose up in the air. His brows only knitted together when he caught sight of the spider taking her place on the stool.

There wasn’t anyone at the bar beside the two of them. Everyone was busy trying to harass Charlie for this only to be backed up by Vaggie and Alastor. And Nifty was busy picking up any little speck of dirt left by these fools.

So that just left them.

“What do you want.” Husk growled, he didn’t sound angry his voice was just naturally deep like that. Not that it bothered Angel. His cheeks were also a light tint of pink, so he assumed Husk had already been drinking, that wasn’t surprising.

Angel smiled, leaning the lower sets of his arms on the bar while the first pair supported his face. “Oh come on Husky, you know by now.” While the tone of Angel’s voice suggested something else, he was in fact talking about alcohol. Husk groaned again but was already getting a bottle. And like Angel had found the winged cat doing lately, he grabbed two shot glasses and set them on the bar before pouring.

“Surprised your not dead with that kid throwing you around all night.” He was referring to Charlie showing Angel off as her newest ‘project’. He didn’t really like that word but didn’t care enough to do anything about it.

“I could say the same to you.” Angel laughed, picking up one of the shot glasses and effortlessly throwing it to the back of his throat. Husk seemed to do it at the same time before both their classes hit the counter again. “With girls like that? Thought ya woulda killed someone by now.”

Husk used his tail to hold the bottle and fill the glasses again. He laid an arm on the counter while the other picked up the glass. “Compared to bein around you for a few months, they ain’t shit.” Angel snickered, shooting his shot back again.

“Awww, that’s so sweet.” Husk rolled his eyes, his ears folding back as he looked away for a moment.

“Your more annoyin’ then them. Ain’t hard.” Angel’s smile didn’t falter despite the counter. Husk had a hard exterior but in these few months, Angel had come to know that he had a soft side too. And he had been lucky enough to see it for himself.

“Oh stop, your makin’ me blush.” Angel joked, despite his cheeks actually tinting a light pink from the alcohol. Husk rolled his eyes, ignoring him.

For a short time, the pair fell silent just exchanging drinks and trying to ignore the classical music that penetrated both their ears. (Yes Angel has ears.) After about four shots neither were perse drunk but both had a healthy amount of red to their cheeks. It was then Husk spoke up, “do you wanna go sit in the lobby and continue this? This shits hurting my ears.” Husk complained his ears pressing down to his head as a response.

The music had gotten a little louder, that or the alcohol made both of their senses hyper-aware. “If ya wanted to be alone with me ya coulda just asked.” The spider purred with a smirk.

Husk was already moving away from the bar in the ballroom, one Alastor had just conjured here. His tail had hooked itself around a stray bottle as he walked away from the bar. “If your gonna be like that then your ass can stay here.” He grumbled.

“No no–” Angel grabbed the cat’s arm as he was about to pass him. Husk didn’t exactly jerk away from him but he did flinch. “I’ll behave.” A lie.

Husk knew it was. But whether it was the whiskey in his system or just some stray moment of kindness that didn’t belong there, he found himself saying “then come on. My fucking ears hurt.”

Angel grinned happily at the invitation and followed Husk out of the room. The opening and closing of the door were barely noticed by anyone in the room.

The lobby was quiet and empty.

The pair took refuge on one of the couches far too large to be normal. They promptly continued their drinking once Husk grabbed a few extra bottles from the bar in the lobby. As they continued their shots somewhere at some point they began to exchange stories with each other.

“So then I blew his head off and took the cash.” Angel laughed, and Husk found himself laughing too.

“You just shot him and left.” Angel, still laughing nodded.

“I mean, the sex wasn’t bad but like, he wasn’t gonna pay so.” Angel made a gun with his fingers aiming it at Husk. “Bang.” He said playfully and resumed his laughing. Something rare happened then. And Angel witnessed it first hand.

The bar cat was smiling.

Angel stopped laughing for a second and set his shot down. “Is that a smile I see?” He grinned, Husk rolled his eyes. His smile promptly fading. He shook his head. Angel found himself frowning as well.

He sighed leaning forward and covered his arms face. “Sorry sorry. Fuck I ruined it.” He muttered. Husk looked at him confused. Before he could ask why, or question why he cared, Angel looked at him with guilt lacing his face. “It’s just…nice to see ya smile. Y’know? It’s, nice to see you happy for once.”

Husk stared at Angel for a time, his ears perking up and tail swaying. Angel stared back, worried he’d only made it worse. But the pair of lips that suddenly pressed to his said otherwise.

The spider didn’t hesitate and easily melted into the kiss that tasted strongly of whiskey. He grabbed the fronts of Husk shirt tilting his head and the bar cat didn’t seem to mind. Angel had through it would go were these things normally did. But the denied acess past his lips and to his mouth seemed to say otherwise.

Still, he didn’t push Angel away. In fact he pulled the spider onto his lap to which the other greatly complied. He kissed the spiders lips not with hunger but something similar to desire. His claws rested on the tallers hips and Angels sets of hands rested somewhere on Husks shoulders or chest.

After a minute the kiss finally broke, both panting heavily. The smell of alchoahul and whisky in both of their breaths. But as Angel leaned back in he was promtply stopped by the claw on his chest. He looked at the bar cat confused and baffled. Husk only met the spiders eyes, not with anger like he expected he had looked strangly calm.

“That’s enough.” He said softly. Angel frowned, pouting slightly. “Oh don’t give me that look. Your drunk an’ I know what happens with this shit when your drunk.” Angel sighed, leaning down and resting his head on Husks shoulder. He expected the cat to push him off, but he only felt the claws come to hold him a little tighter.

Angel let out a weak laugh into the silent hall. “So ya’ just kissed me ‘cause your drunk?” There was a long pause and an aduible gulp on Husks part. A shaky breath escaped his lips.

“No.” Was all he said. But that was enough for Angel.

They stayed like that for a few minutes…before Husk gently pushed Angel back. Once again he met the spiders eyes, but this time his expression came with a smile. “Now drag your ass to your room before you fuckin’ pass out here.” Angel blushed, smiling himself. Husk ears folded back in relization of what he was saying. His own cheeks became a shade redder as he looked away.

“I mean..you know how fuckin’ hard it is to drag your ass up those stairs.” Angel huffed out a laugh as he climbed off the cats lap.

“Alrigh’ I’m goin’. Wouldn’t wanna worry ya.” A more sincere tone carried his words compared to the usual teasing. Husk watched the spider pause at the bottom of the stairs, about to go up them. But he looked at the bar cat and gave a genuine smile.

“Goodnight…Husk.” That unfamilar feeling he hadn’t felt in years…that feeling he’d been afraid to feel again swarmed his chest. And without realizing it the corners of his lips pointed up.

“Goodnight, Angel.” The spider stared surprised for a momment. He waved, finally heading up the stairs.

Once Angel was out of sight the cat-demon groaned holding his face.

The racing of his heart.

That strange tingling feeling on his lips.

The warm feeling.

The cold feeling of him being gone.

“Fuck..not again.”

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