Hazbin Hotel {Baxter × reader} The Bond We Share (Oneshots)

Drunk

Angel's Pov:

Smirking, I grabbed the glass of water that Baxter left on the counter, noticing it was almost empty.

"Hey Baxter, I'll go get you a refill on water" I say, trying not to snicker.

Baxter looked unsure, but shrugged.

"OK, but it better be water. If it's not, I'll strap you done on my operating table and rip all of your organs out and force feed them to you until your stomach is full, then I'll rip your stomach out and shove it up your ass. You got that?" Asked Baxter, glaring at me.

I gulped and smiled awkwardly.

"S-suuure..." I say, stuttering.

I scurried off to the bar to get a refill for him.

This prank is so worth it though.

All of us Misfits were in the dining room, having diner. Baxter and (Y/N) sat next to each other like always.

Instead of going to the kitchen, I went into the stage and bar area to initiate my prank.

It's nothing big really.

I went behind the bar. Luckily, Husk had closed the bar so there won't be anyone in the room while I get what I needed.

I scanned the shelf full of different alcoholic drinks and found the one I was looking for.

I grabbed the bottle labeled "Lucifer's Vodka Hell" and dumped the rest of Baxter's water down the sink.

I then opened the bottle and sniffed it first.

I smiled when I didn't smell a thing.

Perfect.

I poured the vodka into the cup and resealed the bottle and placed it back.

Basically, "Lucifer's Vodka Hell" is a new, very rare, bottle of vodka that's hard to find. Not even the most popular bars in Hell have it. A demon became rich after making it, even naming the alcoholic drink after Charlie's dad, Lucifer.

Looks exactly like water, has no scent, and tastes like water.

Perfect for demons who don't like the taste of alcohol.

Also perfect for pranking demons with.

I walked back into the dining room and placed the cup of 'water' in front of Baxter and went back to sitting in my spot at the table.

"Thanks...Angel...." said Baxter. He didn't sound very grateful though, and he's glaring at me.

I shrugged and placed a fork full of spaghetti in my mouth.

"No prob Bax" I say, trying not to smirk, snicker, or laugh.

Baxter just scoffed and grabbed his cup, looking down at it suspiciously.

He sniffed it before slowly taking a small sip.

"Hmm" he says, shrugging.

Now, I just have to wait.

This is what he gets for being a screechy neurotic jerk.

I still don't see why (Y/N) loves him.

Few minutes later

(Y/N) Pov:

We had all finished eating.

I looked to my right and saw that Baxter had slammed his head down on the table, his cup of water empty.