You Won't Get Away Twice (Alastor x Reader)

Chapter 18: F**k you.

Synopsis of Previous Chapter, the clean version: You started feeling woozy after drinking the contents that were in the potion. You were worried that the potion may make you act in ways that you normally wouldn't in front of Alastor, so you ran to your room for safety. But because Alastor gave you the potion so that he could observe the effects, he found you in your room regardless. He was able to confirm that the contents in the potion would make a person act out of the ordinary from their normal behaviors after observing you. He asked you a few follow up questions about your experience, but you were too embarrassed and upset to answer. This made Alastor explain that he could always get his questions answered by making you drink the potion again. You're not sure if that statement was a threat or not.

Now, onto the show!

I don't even have to open my eyes to know that my surroundings just got a lot brighter. I know I fell asleep at one point during the night, but usually it becomes bright gradually. Not this suddenly.

I blink slowly a few times until my eyes are more focused. I'm not in my room in my bed. I'm just looking up at extremely bright lights, and it's very annoying. I squint my eyes a bit because it's just too damn bright.

As I turn my head to look around, I finally feel it. My head is absolutely pounding. This has to be one of the worst headaches of my afterlife. Maybe even my life. "Holy fuck." I mutter, pushing my hand against my forehead to stop the pounding.

"(y/n)!" I hear his deep voice. My ear twitches from the noise. It sounds like he's yelling at me. I sit up a bit and look up to see Husk looking down at me. He must have just turned on the lights to the bar in the main lobby area of the hotel. He has his hands on his suspenders and his tail is swishing back and forth. I can't help but feel like he's judging me a little.

I look around a bit more and even look at the ground beneath me. It looks like I fell asleep behind the bar. When did I even get here?

"Did you sleep here?" Husk asks me as he walks closer. He picks up a few empty bottles that are lying around me on the ground. "Jesus Christ. (y/n), there are three empty vodka bottles! I know you like vodka cranberries, but you didn't drink all this last night, did you?" He continues to question me.

"I... I don't know Husk." I mumble back, pulling myself up a bit more. I feel horrible!

I can see Husk sniff before his face scrunches up. He looks at me again. "(y/n), did you puke in my trashcan?" He asks again.

This time I look over at the small trashcan hiding behind the bar and within arm's reach. I pull it closer to me and look inside. "It looks like I may have at one point in time." I state more clearly before sighing. "Fuck." I put more pressure on my pounding head.

"Ugh." I can hear Husk grumble as he throws the empty bottles away and grabs a glass from under the bar. "You wanna tell me why you're hungover as shit and sleeping behind my bar?" Husk questions as he pours a glass of water.

Why did I drink until I blacked out? I don't remember falling asleep back here. I don't remember drinking three bottles of vodka. I don't remember walking to the bar. Wait... maybe I do.

I was walking to the bar from the hallway of my hotel room. I remember being upset and embarrassed. I was going to drink a few vodka cranberries to try and relax because... because... oh, I remember.

I grab the small trashcan frantically, feeling my stomach become upset. The contents in my stomach suddenly decide they don't want to remain in place, and I know this won't end well for me. If I didn't grab the trashcan in time, it wouldn't have ended well for Husk's bar floor either.

I end up upchucking in the small trashcan. I close my eyes to get through the moment. I always hate it when this happens.

"Ugh! (y/n)! Seriously?!" Husk backs away, still holding the glass of water. He gives me a minute to compose myself before walking back over, handing me the glass of water. "That bad, huh?" Husk sounds a little more sympathetic now as he's squatting down to be at my level.

"I really don't want to talk about it." I explain as I move the trashcan away and take a small sip of water. I move a little so that I can at least lean my back against the wall.

Husk shrugs. "Alright then." He stands back up and starts organizing things in the bar. "I won't make you if you don't want to. Just please stop puking." He mumbles before getting to work.

I haven't moved for quite some time, just slowly drinking water. If my cup emptied Husk would take it and fill another glass for me. At one point Husk disappeared for a couple of minutes before coming back with a couple of pieces of bread. Something simple for my stomach. He instructed me to eat small bites slowly, which I did over time.

I don't know if I've been sitting on the floor for minutes or hours at this point. At least I'm starting to feel better. My head doesn't feel like it's going to explode, and I don't feel sick anymore. I stand up and put my empty glass in the sink, looking over at Husk.

"Thank you." It's the only two words I really want to make sure Husk hears right now. I don't want to tell him everything that's happened, but I want him to know I appreciate him being around, even if we didn't talk.

"We'll survive." He reminds me.

As I look around the lobby it looks like some of the crew are getting the place cleaned up. Razzle and Dazzle are putting up a banner. Does the banner say, 'It's a Boy?' It looks like Niffty made cookies and put them on a table that Angel Dust finished setting.

"What's happening?" I ask Husk.

"Charlie's dad is coming over soon." Husk explains.

"Charlie's dad. Isn't Charlies dad... Lucifer?" I clarify.

Husk just nods with a satisfied "Mmhm." sound.

"Oh... that's great." I say sarcastically. I must have missed quite a bit this morning.

Then I see him walk down the stairs. The same poised stride with his staff behind his back. That never ending smile and signature red coat. He doesn't even look in our direction. How am I supposed to face him now after yesterday? He doesn't seem bothered or flustered in the slightest.

When Charlie opens the door to greet her father, I can't help but notice the twitch in Alastor's eye. I don't see him lose composure in a room full of people often. It's not like anything he's doing now is outlandish, but there's something about that small eye twitch. That's a lot for him. I truly don't want to be around him later if he's having this much trouble now.

I was surprised to see Alastor and Lucifer interact. Any time Alastor could find a classy way to insult the King of Hell he sure did. But Lucifer is quick to make comebacks as well. Alastor will just continue to come up with clever quips for Lucifer though.

But then I hear it, it makes my ear twitch. The staticky laugh followed by the words, "fuck you." Directly to the big boss of Hell himself! Right in his face! What is wrong with Alastor? Why is he losing his cool like this in front of everyone?

There must be a reason he's so much more defensive and abnormal than he usually is. He usually prides himself on keeping his composure! But to become so easily agitated with the King, to become so upset. What's different? Obviously, my actions from the drug yesterday are still weighing on me mentally. I wonder if it's doing the same to Alastor. Maybe the event we went through together is messing with him mentally. I truly hope this isn't the case. I don't know how much of an angry Alastor I can take.

I gulp at the thought; I really hope it wasn't because of yesterday.