A lot of luck, a lot of alcohol. (LOONA X HUSK)

Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?

(Hazbin Hotel)

Husk enjoyed the silence, sipping on his whiskey and tapped his claws to the soft music coming from the radio, humming alongside Howlin Wolf's gritty voice.

"It might be a spoonful of diamonds..." Husk sang softly, "might be a spoonful of gold."

The guitars strummed with the melody, a melody that Husk swayed his head to, and carried along with a casual drum beat.

"Ah. Husker, I did not know you enjoyed the more dirty blues!" A voice cracked out, shaking Husk.

"What- oh. You." Husk bitterly shot a glare at Alastor, who shifted and sat next to the bartender, smiling big as he normally did.

Alastor was unusually quiet as the soft blues emitted from the radio. He seemed to enjoy it, the demon's creepy smile gleamed even more.

"So. What is your favorite track?" Alastor tried with a little bit of a sing song type of tone, as Husk contemplated the possibility of the radio demon really trying to make conversation.

"Couldn't hurt" Husk thought.

"Smokestack Lightnin'" he listed, "love his record with Clapton as well."

"Ah! Yes. Poor boy. Reminds me of someone here, hm?"

Husk's cheeks burned as he swallowed, unsure of Alastor's intentions now. He shakily gave a "yeah."

"Well! I am off to broadcast! Ta-Ta Husker!"

Husk grumbled and got up, walking behind the bar and grabbed his rag, doing his best to keep the brown bar clean. The radio host crackled alive after the song ended.

"And that was Spoonful! A classic, Howlin Wolf! Now onto some more of that. Some Derek and the Dominos."

Husk smiled, he loved Layla, hoping it was that, he walked to the radio, turning it up and sat next to it, on the end of the bar. A slow guitar started, as Husk's eyebrows raised and lowered as he recognized the song.

"It's no Layla. But it'll do."

Husk again hummed to the song, feeling like he swallowed himself into it, zoning out. He swayed to the song and rested his head on the counter. It was a few minutes later until his focus was brought back to reality, Vaggie sat, eyes puffy. She didn't say anything but looked at Husk for a thing to talk about.

"You want something strong I assume."

She only gave a curt nod. Husk nodded back and stood up, briskly walking to the back, grabbing a few bottles of alcohol and mixing them together. He slid the glass to Vaggie, she smiled slightly.

"Thank you."

"What's up?" Husk asked carefully, not wanting to get too deep.

"Charlie is just. I dunno. Something's wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"She didn't say anything all day. In her room, and she won't talk to anyone. Not her dad, not me. Not even Angel. I need..." she sniffled, "I need you to try. Please. I need the asshole."

"You really think I could?" Husk asked sarcastically.

"Fuck off, you're my last choice."

"Fine. I'll be up there in a minute."

"Now." Vaggie leaned forward, slamming her hand on the bar, scaring Husk. Husk wasn't scared of many, but Vaggie when she's pissed off shook him to his core. He didn't know why, but he just was.

Husk growled and headed up to Charlie's room.

(IMP Headquarters: 4 hours later)

The three imps returned, bruised and bloody, as Millie limped to the couch next to Loona. The hellhound looked oddly concerned about the southern imp.

"What the fuck?" Was all Loona could say.

"Blitzø happened." Millie sternly answered, she looked pissed, and she was.

"Oh. Well. I'll ask Husk if he can help you get a room. If you're still up for this."

"I need a break. Thanks Loona." They smiled at each other, as Loona typed away at her phone.

(Hazbin Hotel: Charlie's Room)

Charlie was up on her bed, dressed in her pajamas, she listened to Husk's stupid ranting. The strange thing was, he wasn't drunk.

"Y-you're not drunk?" Charlie shakily asked.

"Nah. Just... didn't feel like it. Loona doesn't like- I mean. Uh. I just wanted to... stop." Husk caught himself, it was no use as Charlie figured out it  what he was gonna say.

"I know you and Loona are both together. No need to hide it."

"As long as that pink fuck doesn't know."

"Angel? No! Of course I won't tell him." Charlie quickly responded.

They both turned to the door as Vaggie opened the door, smiling at Charlie's new stance on the bed. The princess was smiling.

"Knew you could do it. Loon's here by the way." Vaggie called to Husk, who quickly shot up and sprinted out to the lobby.

Husk found himself in front of Loona, they smiled at each other, not ready to hug the shit out of each other yet. The bartender cocked an eyebrow at Millie, she did the same.

"What-" they said in unison.

"MILLIE?!" Husk's voice shot up in a chipper sort of voice.

Loona was beyond confused, "you know her?"

"It's. Nevermind. Come get a drink."

Millie's gaze was pointed down as the trio walked to the bar.

"You have to tell me how you two know each other." Loona pressed, as Husk kept his back to them.

Millie spoke up, "uh... we... before... when he was a-"

"Don't. We used to fuck. That's it." Husk spat out, as Loona's eyes widened.

"You two... fucked?!" Loona started laughing, and Millie jabbed her in the ribs.

"Ow!"

"Yes. We fucked. It was a long time ago. Now I have a husband."

"Yeah. Yeah. I'm dating someone too Mills."

"Do not call me that." Millie shot back, causing Husk to chuckle.

"Still hate that name huh?"

"Yes." Her voice was gripped by annoyance, as Husk served drinks.

"I'm just kidding around. Glad to see you." Husk spun around and was smirking.

Millie took a second to consider, then smiled big, "you too."

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