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Strawberry Margarita

Genre: hurt/comfort sorta lol

Drabble as a warmup <3
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"I need a drink."

Angel said defeatedly, laying his head on the bar counter. It had been a really shitty day at work, the shittiest he's had in a while. His body ached, and he wanted to scream in agony. His ribs felt bruised, and his eye was nearly swollen shut. His body had been used and abused for hours, he just wanted to forget it all.

"Bad day?"

Husk asked softly, finishing off a bottle. They had grown close over the past few months, even to the point that Husk kept his bar open later to match Angel's work schedule. His heart broke for the spider at the counter, it had been awhile since he'd seen Angel this sad.

"The worst."

"Need a bartender to talk to?"

Angel just shook his head, too tired to talk, but offered Husk a weak smile. It was clear how broken up the day had left him. Angel was normally chatty, if not flirting constantly with Husk, irritating him. Seeing him so upset brought more feelings out than Husk knew he had. He wanted to fix Angels broken heart, to see that smile he found so irritating. Maybe he couldn't heal the permanent wounds yet, but he'd do anything to bring joy to his friend's face.

Turning to the mini-fridge, he pulled out ingredients, making up a mix nearly on the spot. He kept an eye on Angel while he poured liquor into his shaker. He carefully measured out fresh strawberries, lime juice, Cointreau, strawberry purée, and Tequila. As he shook the cup, he made an effort to dye the salt pink with the tiniest bit of coloring before salting the rim. He added a cute little strawberry to the side, where a lemon or lime would usually be. He even (attempted) to fold a small heart out of a pink napkin he found in the kitchen. He proudly admired his work for a moment, before turning back to face Angel.

"...Hey, legs."

"Hm?"

"I know it's not your regular, but I remembered you- uh, you liked strawberries, so I made a strawberry margarita. I-if you don't like it or want your regular I-i totally understand I just thought- I dunno, maybe it'd make you smile."

Husk was getting flustered as he talked, nervous of rejection or messing up whatever they were building. He rolled a straw in his paws as he tried to gage Angels reaction.

"...Husky, I-"

Angel couldn't hold back the tears as they spilled from his eyes. They weren't sad tears, nobody had ever done something so nice for him. Husk panicked, thinking he did something wrong, immediately reaching to take the glass away. Angel stopped him, grabbing his hand, wiping his eyes with his other hand. He smiled a different smile one Husk had never seen. A gentle, vulnerable smile that set off the butterflies in Husks stomach.

"...thank you."

He whispered tearfully, his mouth finding the straw. He hummed happily when he tasted it, it was instantly his new favorite drink. He kept his hand interlocked with Husks paw.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course."

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Bonus scene!

"Hey, whiskers..~"

Angel purred out, batting his eyelashes.

"Don't call me- fuck, whatcha need?"

"Well, you are always a good option~"

"Not gonna happen."

Husk mumbled gruffly, turning his back to Angel and scoffing. Angel giggled softly, sitting on the counter and picking up an empty glass.

"...teach me how to make a drink, hot stuff?"

Husk sighed, turning to face him, grumbling to himself.

"Why? Ain't one bartender enough?"

Angel smirked, his hand poking Husks nose.

"You're always makin drinks, babe. Wanna make you one for once."

He shrugged, leaning back on the counter. Husk grumbled again, but a smile crossed his lips. He'd never admit it, but that comment made his heart jump.

"...I'll show ya if you knock off that flirty shit, Legs. Deal?"

Angel sighed, a smirk on his face.

"Deal."