(Hazbin Hotel) The Radio Demon and The Doe-Eyed Killer

Chapter 7: True Feelings

Alastor woke up to a auburn haired chestnut skinned angel smiling down at him. He blinked and as his vision focused his eyes widened as he realized he was resting on Josephine's lap. He sat up with his face blushing like crazy.

"I apologies for such inappropriate behavior. Now...please would someone care to tell me what did my drunken idiotic self do this time?"

Husk was snickering.

"Husker, please tell me you didn't challenge me to another dart throwing competition?"

"Ha I wish it would've been hilarious watching your blindfolded ass miss every single time! But no, Mimzy would've killed me!"

Alastor turned around to stare at Josephine. "What did I do Josephine?"

"Nothing scandalous, I can assure you of that. You just played one of my favorite songs on the fiddle and then vomited all over the stage."

Alastor groaned in embarrassment as he hid his face within his right hand. "I guess that explains why my mouth tastes like bile?"

He blinked and then peeked from behind his hand. "Wait, what's your favorite song?"

"The Devil Went Down To Georgia."

Alastor removed his hand away from his face and grinned. "Hahaha I love that song!"

Husk rolled his eyes and handed him a glass of water. "Alright ya lovebirds time to refocus on hangover recuperation. Here's your water ya lightweight drink up."

"Thanks Husker ol' pal of mine. Maybe next time you'll have your dart board rematch?"

Mimzy had just walked over and arched a brow towards Husk. "Excuse me, what's all this about a dart board rematch Husky?"

Husk glared at a smirking Alastor. "I hate you."

"Ha—No you don't Husker."

Husk sneered and walked away but not before flicking Alastor off. "Oh 🤬 you Alastor."

After downing the water Josephine helped him to stand.

Alastor winced over the headache splitting open his skull. "God hangovers are Hell."

Josephine smiled softly and supported him as they headed back outside into the city. "Come on then, let's get you home."

"No-no...I gotta go give my report to ol' Jimmy boy down at the police station..."

"What you need is to rest! Relax, I already went down there with Mimzy and Mrs. Mary. We filled them in on the rest of the confrontation for you. Please Alastor, don't be so stubborn. I can make you some gumbo when we get back to the house, how does that sound?"

He closed his eyes and smiled softly over the thought of gumbo. "That sounds delicious, I'd like that very much...thank you."

The boat ride was quiet and the moment they entered the house Alastor was sprawled out on the couch with a rag of cold water over his forehead.

"Gumbos ready Alastor."

He sighed heavily and headed over to the table. He thanked her for the meal and took a bite of the gumbo only to have his eyes to widen in shock. He chewed and swallowed before a huge grin appeared upon his face.

"It this...my mother's recipe?"

"My Mama was friends with your Mama Al, I wouldn't put it past them if they traded recipes."

"Heh true...true. I'm sorry to say I don't have many memories of you as a little knee high munchkin. I was a rather shy child growing up. Not many friends to be had I'm afraid. Talking to girls always made me uncomfortable as a child, while the boys would have rather teased me or tormented the poor animals I played with instead of becoming friends."