The Impish Mage Season 1

Chapter 34: Masquerade Part 2

Time has passed...

Angel Dust returns to the hotel, completely worn out and lets out groans. Charlie awkwardly waves at him but is ignored. Angel drops himself on a stool next to Husks' bar as he cleans a glass cup.

"Eugh, I need a drink. The hardest you can make," Angel says.

"Hmm, You look like shit," Husk says, and begins to prepare Angel a drink.

Angel then takes a deep breath and regains his cocky smile.

He scoffs, "Pfft, Not possible. Just a long shoot, nothin' new."

Husk rolls his eyes as soon as he pours the liquor.

Angel snatches the glass and gulps down the alcohol but leaving a small portion spilled, "Eugh, I said a strong one."

"Excuse me. Didn't realize this was a 'drinking to forget' kind of night," Husk responds, and pours more alcohol.

"Oh, I forgot. You're the wise old bartender who's seen it all," Angel says, sarcastically, "Get the fuck over yourself and pour me real drink," and uses the tip of his index finger and pours the full cup of alcohol.

Then Husk says, "Look, if you've got a problem, you're not going to find the solution at the bottom of a bottle. I should know, I've been looking there a long time," as he cleans and wipes down the spilled alcohol.

Angel takes a deep breath, smooths his hair back and slips into his porn star persona.

"Oh sure, and where should I look? Hmm?" Angel says, sexily, "In your bedroom, maybe?" Husk flinches and stiffens. "Under the covers?" Angel continues as he shakes his shoulders suggestively as Husk cringes back, "Maybe we can go look together."

Husk unknowingly purrs as his eye twitches he holds up his hand, gesturing to Angel to stop, already feeling annoyed.

"Don't. Even start," Husk says, unamused.

But Angel continues, "Oh, c'mon, I bet I can make those wings flap!" and grabs one of Husk's wings, spreading it out before he wraps it around himself.

Annoyed by this, Husk pushes Angel off of him back onto the stool as the bottle of alcohol slips from his grasp and smashes onto the floorboards, spilling, "Stop! Fucking Christ!

Angel scowls at him.

"You can cut the act already, "Husk angrily says as he places both hands on the countertop, "It's never going to work on me," And rolls eyes, "So all you're doing is makin' an ass out of yourself with this fake bullshit."

Angel, now agitated and filled with rage,

Angel begins shouting, "Call me fake one more time, motherfucker! I dare you," as his pupils and freckles glow a dark neon magenta, taking the appearance of additional eyes, getting up in Husk's face.

But Husk gets close to Angel and uses index finger to poke his chest fluff, "Fake," And smiles smugly.

This makes Angel even more mad and rising, "Fuckin' asshole—!" But accidentally bumps into the bar ceiling, holding his head with his hands as he falls back off of the stool and lands on the floor, "Arrgh! God!"

Husk leans over the bar counter to stare down at him, "Ya done?"

Angel soon begins to get up as he growls angrily and starts shouting, "Ya know what? You would be fucking lucky to get a chance to fuck me!" and throws the half broken bottle of alcohol at Husk but misses as Husk stares unamused and unimpressed, "Ya know how much I'm worth? You know how many people would kill to have Angel Dust come onto them? Fuck you. Have fun being a lonely piece of shit!"