Angel was drunk.
Not the drunkest, but his mind was jumbled, his mouthed strumming words at 90 miles per minute.
Husk leaned against the counter, taking another large swig from his bottle.
Angel laughed, slamming his face into his hands
"an then I said 'there's not much dick to hog!' And she just stormed right off, it was fucking RICH"
Husk nodded, and reached for an old jukebox behind the counter.
He pulled it out, and set it down, turning up the volume nob.
Some old jazz started to play, and Angel started dancing
"mmmm this is fun" he giggled, swinging around
. "Your drunk" Husk chuckled, standing up an walking towards him
"yeeeeah..." Angel confessed, chugging the rest of his strong-ass fruity drink
"but it dont matter, you'll take care of me" Angel chuckled,
"weeeeeee" he sang, collapsing to the ground
"oh shit" Husk reached out, and caught Angels mildly good body.
"You caught me...boop" Angel tapped Husks nose and closed his eyes.
"You wanna go to bed?" Husk asked, the slightest corners of a smile on his lips
"mhm" Angel stumbled towards the stairs.
Husk followed, just in case.
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(Transition noises)
(Pterodactyl noises)
(REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE)
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"You were drunk last night" Husk teased, chugging yet another bottle of booze before throwing it in the pile.
"Did we fuck?" Angel asked, sitting on the second left bar stool.
He picked up the drink in front of him, it was muscle memory. Angel never questioned how his favorite drink was always on the table before he got there, it just...happened.
"No...no we didnt" Husk scoffed, going to the back room wher his extra booze was.
"Oh, well then why bring it up?"
Husk shook his head, coming out to lean on the counter.
"Hey, whats that?" Angel asked, pointing to a saxophone case in the back room
"nothin" Husk sighed, taking a swig from his cheap alcohol.
"Can you play?" Angel asked, completely ignoring Husks remark
"yeah I guess"
Angel looked briefly at his phone and whined.
"Gottagobossiscallingbye" he breathed, kissing Husk on the forehead.
"Hey what the FUCK!?"
"Sorry! See ya!"
Husk grasped the top of his head and his face turned cherry red.
"Shit" he murmured, chugging his bottle of booze.
Did he...like that?
No.
No he did not, he did not like that one bit, fuck Angel Dust.
BUT NOT IN THAT WAY.
Husk glanced at the aged instrument in the corner.
"Maybe" he breathed. Husk grabbed the handle, and lifted the case.
The leather texture felt new, yet so old.
"Hello old friend" he sighed picking up the brass head.
He assembled the parts, and breathed through the tip, and a sweet noise flooded the room.
He plucked the buttons on the body
and started to find the notes for Loser Baby.
He knew he had a sweet surprise for Angel when he got home. Not that...
Not that he deserves it.
Sorry its short
I'm tired
Oof, massive migraine ._.
Good niiiiiigggghhhhhht
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Fanfiction~NOT FOR KIDS~ Husk is a drunk cat Angel is a drugged up spider Theyre both tied to abusive masters by chains And tied to eachother by fate
