A Close Encounter - A Hazbin Hotel FanFic

Part Twelve - Celebratory Night Before

A/N: This is more of a filler chapter. It's much shorter and there is no real importance to the story.

The hotel was completely full. Existing residents and new cannibals party, and spend time with each other. Demons were talking, dancing, drinking, and overall just having fun.

Singe at Lute sat at Husk's bar, talking, joking, and laughing with each other.

It has been a very interesting path to follow for Lute throughout the past month or so. From being a ruthless Exorcist and gouging out eyes of both mother and daughter, to becoming quite close with said daughter and living in the very hotel that she swore to destroy.

Though she wouldn't have asked for it any other way - aside from simply not becoming an Exorcist in the first place, but then she never would have met Singe.

Singe not-so-sneakily stole one of Husk's bottles of beer off the counter, "Hey! You know you ain't drinking, squirt."

"My mom said to live tonight however we want. And I sure as hell ain't dying before I have my first drink."

"Singe, don't be-"

"Let her," Vaggie chimed in, giving Husk the all clear that he reluctantly acknowledged.

"Whatever. Go on, kid."

Singe smiled widely and cracked open the lid of the bottle. She took a sip and immediately recoiled at the taste, much to Lute's amusement, "Never had a drink?"

"Of course not! I'm fifteen. Mom and Mum would kill me if I was drinking any other time."

Lute chuckled lightly before taking a sip of her own drink. Singe also took another sip, and was able to tolerate the bitter taste.

Sir Pentious stands up on a table and holds a glass of something in the air, "Cheers to being alive today! And to not dying tomorrow!"

"Fuck yeah!" Singe raised her bottle in the air shakily. She was already drunk and had barely had anything to drink. She kept taking sips, each one bigger than the last as the became more and more intoxicated.

Singe was about to get up and walk somewhere, but she immediately lost her balance and tumbled to the ground. Lute picked the drunken girl off the ground and held her in a bridal carry.

"I think it's best we get you to bed."

Charlie watched in silence as Lute carried Singe off to her bedroom. When the two girls were out of earshot, she spoke up, "Do you think that they..?"

"Definetally. It's easier to see than the X on my eye patch," Vaggie chuckled as she thought about Singe and Lute. Maybe one day they'd be able to have a moment of pure happiness together without having to worry about getting jumped by an Exorcist.

Tomorrow would be the defining moment. The final Extermination. Either Heaven or Hell would win. There is no in between. Hell will be completely erradicated of Sinners or Heaven will be forced to retreat. Those were the only two outcomes. Only tomorrow would tell what the Hazbin Hotel's fate.