Hazbin and Helluva Shorts III

Spider Queen

After another long day at work, it was time for drinks. Angela Dust let herself into the hotel and sat at the bar. Her best friend and barmaid, Shelly, already had her usual waiting in the cooler and slid it down the counter. As they chatted, many of her fans stared from outside. She was used to it by now. It didn't bother her anymore. But it was still a pain in the fucking ass. Angela decided to ignore them and carried on with juicy stories from work. Shelly cleaned glasses as they chatted. The biggest news was that Angela had found someone. One of her agents had sparked her interest. And having never been one to wait, she had asked him out. Of course, he was surprised. But it hadn't been on impulse. This man had noticed all the small things like what shade of pink her outfits had to be and what refreshments to bring based on what kinda show had been on that night. Angela went on in delight. It had been long since her friend had seen her this happy. She finally had a real chance with someone who could keep up with her.

Shelly listened. Maybe it was time she scored a man herself. She laughed to herself. He would be the one if she found a man who could drink her under the table. Not that that was a qualification. But as a woman who knew her way around the bar, she wanted a man who could hold his own against her. On the other hand, Shelly was more than just a bartender. She also oversaw security at the hotel. She never hesitated to kick some ass and throw anyone out. It was great fun. But she could wait to hunt for a date.