HHwSK Sinful Shorts

The Fox met the Gator

Many of you wonder how my oc, Flare Hart, met and got together with Mossberg, Mossy-Pebble's Gator-man Drug Dealing Sinner. Well...as most of these stories....it was Angel's fault XD

and it all started with a hangover....

(The first thing Angel sees in his blurred vision is blinding red light from the glowing pentagram that served as a sun in Hell's Crimson sky as the purple night faded away. The Spider demon groans, rolling over in his messy sheets, grunting at the uncomfortable sensation of his favorite bong and several cigarette butts and beer bottles littering the sheets. His vision was blurry, almost like he was looking through a dirty window, his head boomed with explosive pain with each beat of his heart. His skin felt cold and clammy and his mouth was dry, he even had the shakes. While he loved going wild at the parties he enjoyed so much, he always hated coming down from it the next day. This was a bad one to, he was coming down exceptionally hard.)

Angel: F*ck..I need something to take the edge off..cant go all day like this...

(As Angel drags his shaking, ultra sensitive body up from the bed and into the bathroom to get his hangover killer, the phone suddenly rings, making his head throb as the ring echoes like alarm bells in his non-existent ears. He picks up the phone, grumbling angrily at being woken up in such a state by his phone. He answers his phone, his voice shaky and somewhat weak)

Angel: whoever you are you better have a damn good reason calling me SO F*CKING EARLY!!!!!!!!

(a voice comes through the speaker, the voice is somewhat deep and can almost be described as ragged and sand-papery. The voice sounded like somebody who hasn't had anything to drink in years)

Moss: first off its 3 in the afternoon dip shit. Second off it's Moss, I just got a good shipment of some strong shit. I'm talking grade A shit, haven't seen stuff like this in years and I wanted my best customer to get first dibs. 

(hearing this suddenly perks up Angel, the groggy tiredness disappearing from him as he sits up straight, his head still hurt and his vision still blurry but he didn't care now)

Angel: how good we talking Croc?

Moss: im talking shit that could make the usual shit we get in this dump look like cheap bump you would get in the ghettos.. I took a little to test for myself, and I ain't had a trip like that since I was alive. You need in on this.

(Angel almost squealed in delight. For Mossberg to say such praise of this new shipment must mean he really did have some good stuff. Being in hell for so long he had gotten used to cheap shit but from the sounds of it, Moss got a haul to end all hauls)