(4 years before)
Husk's POV:
Ugh. Head hurts. Won four hands, obviously. But man I hate this feeling. It's awful. Liquor is fun, until you wake up. Millie is still out, covered in last night's regrettable fucking. I don't know what to think of her, she said I love you, I can't say shit back.
"Mornin'" she said, her eyes half lidded and a smile on her face.
I sat up, rubbing my eyes, like daggers in my eyeballs. It hurts like hell but it's instinct, I guess. She chuckles and slips next to me, grabbing my thigh before I cough up a little. Man, your breath fucking stinks, Husk.
"Round 4?~"
"No."
I get up and stretch, looking for my pants. She's not as naked. She gets up, purring a little, trying to get a little more outta me. I grab a card, flicking it up.
"No."
She shrinks back and sits down.
"What do you think of me, darlin'?"
"What?" I look back, looking at her with a weird look.
"How do you feel 'bout me?"
I pause, the mind wasn't sure, mostly because it was preoccupied with not throwing up on her floor, on the pictures of her family who I thought were really annoying.
"I don't know."
The silence was large. Millie ended up leaving. I zoned out. She yelled something, probably "fuck you" and then slamming the door, maybe kicking me in the dick. It hurt. I dunno. I drank the night away again. Again. Again.
(Husk awakes, present day.)
The bartender awakes, being spooned by the hellhound. He sighs and buries his head into her massive chest. She smiles and shifts, legs intertwined. Breath smelling like alcohol and cheap cigarettes. Beautiful, to him.
(Back! Would love some new ideas for the next chapter. If you'd be so kind.)
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A lot of luck, a lot of alcohol. (LOONA X HUSK)
RomanceLoona just wanted a little peace and quiet where she could drink, a place where Blitzø wouldn't follow her. Little did she know, she'd like the bartender a little bit more than expected.
