The Hazbin Hotel Project

Drag Love (Angel Dust x Gender Neutral! Reader)

Angel Dust grinned at the attention he received from the demons that surrounded the bar, unashamedly ogling his figure underneath the neon lights. While the spider indulged himself with liquor and drugs in his spare time, such an easygoing lifestyle took a nosedive when he was admitted into the 'rehab hotel'. So, the next best thing for Angel to relieve some stress without Vaggie having a bitch fit was going out for a night around the town in drag. Half of the time, these idiots had no idea this sexy demon was actually the most wanted adult film star in Hell. That was half of the fun in dressing up as his female persona; fleecing some free coke from these schmucks was an added bonus.

Tonight was no different at The Disgraced, but for some reason Angel could feel some...excitement in the air. Curiosity, even. He looked to his left and batted his eyes at a demon with a forked tongue, smiling coyly. "Say, is it always so busy around here? I'm seeing a lot more faces 'round here than usual, or is it just me, handsome?"

His date smirked, leaning forward so he could whisper into the spider's ear. "No more than usual dollface, except maybe that we got ourselves another bartender after the old one got himself whacked by a loan shark. But the interestin' part is that this newcomer...they don't even have a head!" The demon howled in delight. "What kind of schmuck would hire someone who probably can't even speak?!"

Angel Dust raised an eyebrow at the gossip while he took a dainty sip from his own cocktail. Yeah, there were demons that came in unusual sizes and quirks, but one that was headless? That seemed a bit far fetched in the spider's opinion. Then again anything was possible in this shithole.

"Nah, that ain't it!" Both hellions turned their attention to a hunched, one-eyed gargoyle a few seats down. "I heard that this fella was a real piece of work in the human world, had a bad enough temper to get down here and go through three jobs in less than six months."

Angel's 'date' was about to argue when two drinks appeared on the table, startling them. The spider looked up and felt his black heart stop. Looming over the table was a denizen dressed in the standard all-black uniform with the bar's crimson logo etched on the right breast pocket, a matching kerchief sticking out. Though the fashion sense appealed to his finer tastes, the dual-eyed demon was entranced the black mist that swirled around the spot where a head should be. Within seconds, words appeared.

An Antony cocktail for you sir, and the Lustful Succubus for the madam, correct?

"Yeah, yeah you're right. I'm surprised you made the drinks correctly," Angel's date commented, grabbing his cocktail and taking a sip from it. The spider demon watched the headless one in slight awe before the barkeep decided to go about their day, ignoring the rude comment his date made. "So that must be them," Angel Dust mumbled, grabbing his drink as well and taking a long sip from it. 

"Never expected a headless demon with good fashion taste. They're...intriguing to say the least."

"What do you mean? Ain't nothing interesting about that damn freak. If anything's interesting, it would be the story of how they got hired to work here in the first place."

The demon said, puffing his chest so as to showcase bravado for the six-handed dame. "Trouble is, we don't know what's truth and what isn't around anymore in Hell. We're murderers, rapists, cannibals, junkies who also enjoy being screwed or doing the screwing," He chuckled at his own joke, since he thought it was funny. "Their tale probably ain't that different from ours. Anyway, let's focus on us, shall we?" Angel felt his spine shudder in revulsion when the bugger put his hand on an area too close for comfort. Mind you, Angel didn't mind letting loose with a sap to blow off some steam, but he wasn't so much in the mood tonight as he had been earlier. 

Right now, he was focused on the bartender as he watched them slink between his station and the floor, serving customers while ignoring rude comments as well as licentious gestures from other demons.