Never Enough Time | Huskerdust

Chap 3 - Nicknames

A/N:   Hello my friends! Uhm, diff. POV this time! This probs won't be every chapter is a different character type thing because this is mostly just Angel's POV but we'll see! Enjoy!

Husk POV

I walk down the hall of the casino, the spider demon following behind me.

"Seriously, you give a person safety and in return, I get a motherfuckin' pornstar who thinks that he can just go around and act like he owns the place," I mumble to myself as I walk to the elevator, the spider following me inside. My employees leave us at the elevator at my command, leaving us by ourselves.

Once we get to the top floor I lead him to my office while he looks around in awe... it almost makes me laugh.

We get to the room and I silently tell him to sit. He does warily and I go to my little corner bar, grabbing two glasses and making us both drinks.

I finish quickly while he sits awkwardly slowly relaxing. I hand him his drink and sit in my chair opposite him.

For a while, we just stare at each other waiting for the other to say something. After a while, I give an annoyed sigh before asking, "Do you seriously just go into a casino to get high and drunk? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Maybe, maybe not... what're you gonna do 'bout it, huh pussy cat?" I growl and give him a look and he holds up his hands, "Just saying, I came here with a friend to hang... you sayin' I can't do that?"

I shrug, "You're better off going to a club, while if you're here just to hang out, just stay out of trouble with the loan sharks... or anyone for that matter." He's about to intervene but I continue, "That includes me, spider."

He shrugs, a smile starting to form, "I hope I wasn't too much trouble." He pouts and I roll my eyes, "I thought I was dealin' with it just fine~"

I growl at him and my wings flap in annoyance.

"Can I do anything else for ya, whiskers?" I give him a look.

"That's not my name, spider." I bite out, it almost comes out as a hiss.

His soft smile turns into a smirk, "that's not my name either, baby cakes." He gives me doe eyes and I almost snarl at him.

Instead, I slam my fist on the table which seems to shut it up just fine. "My name is not 'whiskers'... or 'baby cakes.' My name is Husk. Get it right." My eyes turn a deep shade of brown to show my anger and annoyance.

"Husky, aye?" He rests his chin in his hand, studying me as if I were some piece of art that intrigued him. I'm about to just straight up throw him out of the casino but he continues, "Angel." I raise an eyebrow and he rolls his eyes, sassy, "Angel Dust, ya know? The porn star?" When I don't answer he says, "I'm surprised you haven't heard of me."

"I could say the same thing. Although I do know who you are, just not the details. I just don't bother to find information about people that mean little importance to me whatsoever." His smile shrinks a little but he doesn't say anything else.

I finish my drink and go to my mini bar to get another drink. As I'm grabbing myself another, Angel takes the first sip of his.

"This is actually really good! Where did you learn to make this kitty cat?" I'm so surprised by the compliment that I don't even acknowledge the nickname... which might actually be a mistake.

"I didn't learn it from nowhere." I shrug and he waits for me to continue, "It just seems like a drink you would like."

"Aw, so little whiskers do care 'bout little ol' me!" Angel coos in my direction.

I roll my eyes walking back over to him to grab his glass that he finished.

"What? You got a problem with that Angel Dust?" I lean in closely to his face and say it slowly. Fuck, I'm way too fuckin' sober for this shit.

His smile just widens, "no, actually, I quite enjoy it." He grabs my tie and pulls me close enough that our noses touch.

I slide my hands down his side and he shivers at my touch, "Well, that's really too bad."

I grab one of his hands and pull him up to a standing position. I pull him to the door, "your friend is probably waiting for you."

Angel sighs dramatically, "But you'll take me back down there won't you?" I give him a look but agree reluctantly.

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We make it back to the second floor where we meet a girl who is decked out in white and pink that is tapping her foot impatiently.

Angel waves at her and she sighs in relief, "Finally, you bitch! What took ya so fuckin' long? We got shit to do! I said I wanted to talk to you about somethin'." She places her hands on her hips.

I'm about to talk to her about her use of words but Angel just laughs, "Right, sorry Cherri, got hung up."

"No fuckin' kiddin'! I tried lookin' for ya but you weren't anywhere!?" Finally, she notices me when Angel motions to me and her eyes widen in undisclosed disbelief, "You saying you were fuckin' around with an overlord!?" She asks in alarm. She whisper-yells something at Angel, something like, "I thought you said ya didn't want to deal with no more overlords, especially with Val."

"I know, I know, come on, let's talk now. I've been dying to hear what you have to tell me fucker!" The girl, apparently named Cherri, cackles and pulls Angel away he gives a little wave goodbye but not without a small wink in my direction.

I just rub my face in annoyance before going back up to my office.

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Fuck, I need a drink.

Instead of grabbing a glass like I did with Angel, I just grabbed a whole bottle of whiskey and mixed it with a little bit of wine.

What the fuck was I thinking? I think as I sit down ungracefully and drink big sips of my drink. Angel soon leaves my mind as I realize that I've been neglecting my duties for the last few hours so I get up and go to my desk. A small pile of work sits on it and I'm thankful that I got caught up yesterday and this morning.

I'm a little over halfway through my work when I hear a knock at my door.

"Who is it?"

The door suddenly opens and the radio demon overlord walks in.

I don't look up from the paper as he says, "Oh Husker, I've been looking for you." I raise an eyebrow.

"What can I do for you Al?" I look up and intertwine my hands together under my chin.

"I need your help with something." An eye of his twitches.

I wave a hand and get back to my work. "I can send one of my guards with you-!"

"No!" Alastor interrupts, his smile shrinking in the slightest. "Heh, no. I need you Husker, see, this is very important to me." His eyes twitches in annoyance, although I know it's not at me.

I smile slightly, a tight grin, "ah, of course. One of your killing sprees." I shrug, "I suppose I could help you with that." I stand and stretch, like a cat... get it? I'm a cat? Ugh never mind. "Sure, I need to let off some steam."

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A/N:     Thanks for reading this chapter! I really enjoyed creating it! I hope y'all keep reading this story. Have a good day or night.

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