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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[harderdaddy]

<3 aww, babe
I can break my own faces
I'm fine
It don't bother me

[bartenderbitch]

[Noooo, you're not supposed to be rational about this, Angel!!!]

I know you can, but the fact she's saying all of this shit just makes me want blood.

[harderdaddy]

I think of a few things that might relieve that want that are almost as fun~
Got too used to hell is all
People don't want to see a whore dancing

[bartenderbitch]

Baby, you ain't a whore. She says another fucking word about you like that and I'm not going to be held responsible for what I do. No fucking reason for her uptight ass to bring you up like that when you had nothing to do with anything.

Some dumb bitch ain't got nothing on you, anyway.

[harderdaddy]

I am, Husky. Maybe not here, but it ain't like I didn't try.
I bugged you for them.

No one's got shit on me ;) <3
I'm fine Husky, I got the pole Astarion gave me. I don't need to dance in the Lounge.

[bartenderbitch]

You were doing what you thought you needed to do to survive, that's all. Ain't no reason for them to be saying shit about things they don't know.

No. I'm not letting some pearl clutching prudes scare anyone off of this, last I checked I was in charge of shit there and if they don't like it they can take it up with the Admiral or fuck off. They don't have to use the Lounge. So fuck 'em.

[harderdaddy]

I ain't bothered by it.
[If he says it enough then it's true, right?]
Forgot humans were so messy about this shit.

[bartenderbitch]

[That's not how any of that works, Angel.]

I know, I know. What're you up to right now, by the way?

[harderdaddy]

...getting high. I'll be down in a minute if you need something to sink your teeth into.

[bartenderbitch]

... Didn't you tell me you were or were getting sober when I got here?

[harderdaddy]

I was working on it. I still have some stashed and I needed it.
[At least he's not lying about it?]

[bartenderbitch]

If you're gonna do that at least come here and do it so you're somewhere safe. 'm pretty sure I can some booze stashed in here, anyway.

[He certainly isn't, which is... good... but also concerning that he does need it. But he can also understand as he's falling back into his own habits after this last round of bullshit.]

CW drugs/addiction etc

[harderdaddy]

It's a moment before Angel let's himself in, not as manic as he is with his drugs of choice back home, but definitely in an altered state. He sets Fat Nuggets down on the bed and then nods towards the bathroom.

"Can I-...?" Outside the club atmosphere, doing it in front of Husk feels...messy.

CW drugs/addiction etc all the way down

[bartenderbitch]

While he honestly doesn't like seeing him like this, he's pretty certain he knows the recent why he's been pushed this far and Husk isn't about to lecture him about it. Not when he understands and he nods slowly in answer, having already dug through whatever stash he had to find a nice bottle of straight whiskey to start sipping on.

"Go ahead, I'll be here," he answers softly enough, no judgment at all in his tone.

[harderdaddy]

He probably takes too much considering he hasn't been using nearly as much as back home, but it numbs him well enough that he's not overly concerned. It takes more than that to kill him, and even it does- Angel stops that thought from continuing with a frown. He can't do that to Husk.

He tries to make himself presentable, and finally emerges again, crawling up onto the bed and giving both the pig and the cat a kiss. Flopping back he makes a face at the ceiling.

"...you need more pillows."

[bartenderbitch]

At least they also come back in this place, so nothing has really changed on that front except it might take less time to pull themselves back together? It's been an idle thought in his own mind every so often when things get a little much for him, but nothing he's put too much stock into.

A small bit of a smile crosses his expression before he shifts to flop against Angel, resting his cheek in his chest fluff so he can watch him properly. And also take a few more than necessary drinks from his bottle. No purring this time, yet.

"I know, I know. So you keep telling me," he starts before snorting softly, well... "At this point might as well just redecorate it since you've practically moved in and it's pretty fuckin' bare bones, huh?"

[harderdaddy]

There's that. Hardly any stakes at all, apart from knowing how much it hurts. That and hurting the people who care about him.

Angel pets idly through Husk's fur, almost like any night, but his gaze is unfocused. He manages a small smile, belated.

"Uh huh. Like you're on a business trip. It's not...you."

[bartenderbitch]

How much it hurts only to know it wasn't even really worth the fucking effort put into it to get that sort of result. And the inevitable questioning that came after it. A whole lot of bullshit for a whole lot of nothing, if you asked him.

Husk probably won't be too far behind him in this particular escapade, having been mostly good and having dialed back a lot of his drinking up until now. This was... safe? In a safe place, with a safe person, there was no reason to be worried about what he did here.

"Don't really know how much of anything is really me, kid." How long has he been on this fucking leash now? He can't quite remember, but long enough to have discarded most of what he had considered being "him" before everything. "Like my darker colors, I guess, less damage on my eyes."

[harderdaddy]

Safe. Safe as two addicts relapsing can be at least. Angel's brow creases with guilt, the weight of his roll in this looming large.

"You're more than that," he murmurs, a bit distantly but trying his best through the haze settling over him. "...ya think a something real and I'll tell ya a secret," he offers.

[bartenderbitch]

As safe as two relapsing addicts can be.

He's quiet for the longest moment as he processes that murmur before he hums to himself, tail lightly resting over Angel's abdomen. "Mmm. I can think of one real thing, but you gotta stay real still, okay?~" He's the worst, it's true.

[harderdaddy]

Fingers start to fidget with that tail, but still at Husk's answer.
He blinks, momentarily apprehensive, but he nods softly. "Okay."

[bartenderbitch]

Hopefully he's less apprehensive when the purring starts and he's wiggling to straddle him enough to lean close and steal a quick kiss. But afterward he stays close, voice barely above a whisper with the purr added into it. "I do know that I fucking love you. That's one thing I can say with certainty." Is it the drink or what? Who knows. But he seems sober enough at the moment.

[harderdaddy]

That's...terrifying and wonderful all at once, and Angel would've had trouble processing it even if he weren't fucked up right now.

Those two emotions war on his face, chest feeling empty and face hot.
"Husky-" he blinks, eyes damp. "What are y-?"

[bartenderbitch]

He's well aware that Angel has about the same hangups about this that he does and he's not offended by him not being able to really respond to it as most people would expect. He huffs softly, using the back of his hand to gently wipe away any tears that might want to form.

"I already told you that I'm sure of that. Nothing you say is going to change it and I already know you want to say you ain't worth it but, fuck, I don't think anyone deserves me either." There's a small hint of a grin, oh boy. "But we're both absolute fucking losers, right?"

[harderdaddy]

"I ain't," he argues, but he smiles and turns his head clumsily to kiss Husk's wrist. "Heh. We are~ I love- hh- I love ya too, Husk." It's difficult for him to get out, but he manages, and it makes that flush grow hotter. "Losers in love. Ya still want that secret, Husky?"