<Some random bar in Hell>
A tail swished slowly from side to side. It was a hellhound's tail. Sipping on some hellish alcohol, she doesn't know what it was, but ultimately doesn't care.
"Eh, beats the shit I drink at work." the hellhound thought.
She scanned the bar slightly, nothing really catching her eye. She had hoped someone had. Maybe a nice guy or something. She can dream can't she? One more look around the bar found her eyeing a red imp in the back. The hellhound growled and narrowed her eyes, not at all pleased to see him here, he thought he would be working at this time. There was something she could do though. One glance back at her shot glass gave her a nice hint.
SMASH!
Silence filled the bar as a glass was thrown across it, and the crowd occupying it quickly moved to the blurring fight that was happening in front of them.
The hellhound sprinted across and tackled the imp, basically screaming at him.
"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!"
"Because I adopted you! And you might get in trouble and I cannot have that!" The imp retaliated with a step forward, attempting to drive his point forward.
"I DON'T NEED YOU SPYING ON ME EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE. EVER HEARD OF PRIVACY?!"
A loud groan was heard from the hellhound, who didn't say anything else and hit the imp into a nearby wall, causing it to collapse onto the red humanoid. The hellhound then looked around the bar, now hyperventilating with anxiety and panic with all the eyes and sudden attention, this caused the creature to flee quickly, slamming the door on the way out.
<An hour later, IMP Headquarters>
With her feet propped up on the desk, and face buried in her phone, the hellhound drowned out the noise of her adopted father, Blitzø.
She tuned back in when he slammed his hands on the desk, "-because you could get hurt or sexually transmitted a disease or something!"
"What...?" The hellhound cut Blitzø off with a rather loud tone of voice, eyes wide open now, snarling at the imp.
"I- oh... Loony I- I'm sorry I forgot-"
"Shut the fuck up." Loona attempted to keep herself from mauling her adopted father, eye twitching and eyes getting redder with both pain and anger, fighting back tears.
With that, Blitzø turned around and ran towards his office, quickly slamming the door.
"Uh. What just happened?" Moxxie asked Loona cautiously.
Millie entered the room, a female with a harsh western accent. "Yeah, I heard a lot of yelling, you okay hun?"
They received no response, just a middle finger and an angry expression from Loona, who was typing away at her phone.
She was looking up "secluded bars near me".
"Hmm. This looks nice. It's in that new hotel or whatever I think." She thought and looked through the little info she got from the search. "24 hour service? Perfect."
<Hazbin Hotel>
It was a really boring day. As for usual here. The hotel got maybe 10 customers a month, and it was completely fine with the bartender, who just liked the drink alone. It was awful for the Princess of Hell, Charlie. However. The slow days also meant the supply of booze was huge, another plus for the bartender, who could throw down all the supply in one night if he felt like it. For him, it was peaceful.
"Hey, uh, can we talk?" A chipper voice rang out, belonging to the owner, Charlie.
"Hmm. Yeah." A lower gravelly voice responded, the bartender.
"So, how should we get more people here?"
"You literally asked me this yesterday."
"I did? Oh I'm so sorry!" Her face was flush with embarrassment.
"Eh, I lose track of days too. Now go talk to someone else, I'm about to vomit."
He was not the most pleasant person in hell, but was nice enough to let Charlie know if she needed to clean her suit or not, and the princess did as told, quickly moving back to the front desk.
"Ugh." The bartender groaned as he returned to his position of having one hand on the bar, head resting atop it. "Peace."
<30 Minutes Later, IMP Headquarters>
The team has gotten a call for an assassination job, it was pretty damn large so the crew needed a bit to prepare, without the help of Loona, who was closed off completely after the argument earlier. The only time the hellhound even looked up was to shoot her dad a scowl when he walked in the room.
"Now. I know you hate me and everything but I wanted to say... I'm so-"
Loona got up and grabbed the Grimore, which slightly frightened Blitzø, who stopped talking mid sentence because of it.
"Just go do your job. I don't wanna hear it."
"Okay."
The team loaded up their gear as Loona opened the portal between realms, and they stepped through, giving slight goodbyes to the hellhound, Millie saying "bye!", Moxxie giving a wave, and Blitzø saying goodbye in the most dad way possible.
When she closed the portal up, she breathed a sigh of relief, as she immediately swiped her phone off the desk and put her music on, as well as the GPS app to the Hazbin Hotel.
A/N: Hey guys, just trying out something new! Hope you like it cuz I'll see what I can do these next few chapters to kinda get a grasp on what I want this story to look like. As for how I came up with this ship, I have absolutely no idea. Just hyperfixation on Husk, I guess?
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A lot of luck, a lot of alcohol. (LOONA X HUSK)
RomanceLoona just wanted a little peace and quiet where she could drink, a place where Blitzø wouldn't follow her. Little did she know, she'd like the bartender a little bit more than expected.
