He came up to the hotel. Almost stopping himself as the doors stood in front of himself. Was this to fast. It was to fast. He opened the door to step inside. Looking around the place. This was definitely to fast. He just now realized what was accrue to him. And he was going to take the leap into more unknown. Was he even ready. Rosie seemed to think it was a good idea.
He took in the sight of the bar, no Angel there. He looked over the parlor. No Charlie either. Just Nifty resetting the cushions she had washed and fluffed. Patting the back of the couch to keep the the material from forming to any ones stature. He turned his head, seeing a round bed on the bar. Inside slept Angels little pig, making sad little snorts. Well now that was odd. Surely the actor would be sleeping in his bed with the pet. Alastor stepped over to the bar. Getting close enough to shade the pig in his shadow.
Husker threw a paw in between him and the pig. Guarding the beast. Alastor looked at him, Widening his grin. Husker looked more tired then usual as he blinked at the man. Alastor took a seat at the bar, taunting him.
"Husker, pry tell. Why are you continuing to babysit the little pig with Angel home now" he incurred. Looking at Fat Nuggets instead of touching him. Husker seemed to deflate a bit at the question. He sat down on his stool. Tossing his head in his hands.
"Got called away to work. Boss sent him on a cruise the second he got in. Probably puni- ah Never mind you don't care. Can I get you a drink boss" Husker asked. Pulling up a bottle and glass from close by. Watching the man in red. Most likely to keep Fat Nuggets safe.
So he wasn't even here. A relief. Though it didn't feel that way. It felt more like an emptiness in his chest cavity. His heart falling back asleep. The beating stopping. How strange it was now that he could tell when it slumbered. Laying dead in his chest at the idea of the man not being around. And how he wanted to bring it back to life. Alastor picked up the drink left for him. Taking a sip. So it wouldn't matter, Angel was gone anyways.
Perhaps that was best. Now he had time to mull over himself and collect his thoughts. Rosie, that hopeless romantic. What a bad situation she would have lead him down if he had fallowed her advice. Confessing the infliction in his body to the man. It could only end in tragedy. But now what. Do they continue this game as if nothing has changed. It be a shame to stop playing because he suddenly grew a heart. Foil the hilarity of the stunts.
But how would he react now. With this knowledge above him. Looming over him. Why was it so loud in his head now. He looked over at the pig as he thought. Swirling his glass gently. What was he to do now. With Angel gone what was he to do. He had spent so much time with the man he now had this wide open time slots for anything. What to do.
He took another drink, catching Huskers gaze. The feline stared at him. Unblinking as he watched Alastor's minor expressions. The way Angel did. A prefect time to school his face. He grinned at the man. Staring him down.
"Why are you so interested in Angel boss" he asked as he monitored the overlord. "Interested? well that's your word isn't it" he retorted. He wasn't going to let the man figure anything out. He was to good at stating things that had Alastor filling in and accidentally reveling things to him he had no right knowing.
"You bullshitting a bullshitter sir. I know what I see. And it's you fallowing him every time he leaves. Dispersing when your inside only to ask where he is. I know it's 'not my place' but he doesn't have anything to offer you. He already sold his soul. And he's to good at hiding his pain and misery. He can't put on the kind of show you like to watch" Husker dissed, trying to guard his friend. It made Alastor chuckle just a little. More like a dog then a cat.
"Aw the wittle kitty becoming defensive of his little love bug. How cute" Alastor teased with a little laugh, playing a laughing track with himself. The bartender snarled at him. Moving to say something then closing his mouth. Turning his head away.
