Sweetheart

Chapter 2: Late Night Chat With Husker (art isn't mine)

When Alastor sat down at the bar after everyone else had gone to bed, Husker knew something was up. After Alastor had about four bottles of vodka, two bottles of bourbon, and started working on a bottle of whiskey, Husker knew he had to try to find out what was wrong before Alastor drank everything at the bar. "Why you look like shit, Al?" It was the most sympathetic thing Husker could manage.

"What.....what....whadiyousay?" Alastor tried to hold up his head as his voice mixed with light radio static.

"I asked why you look like shit."

"Oh......" Al had enough alcohol in him to talk about just anything. "I think I might be going looney." He chugged the rest of the bottle.

"Why's that?" Husker felt a little concerned as he slid him a bottle of liquor.

"Because I keep acting like a goonaround Angel." Even through the radio static and alcohol, Alastor sounded loopy.

"What do mean around Angel? You act like a goon all the time." Husker was surprised when Alastor didn't snap at the insult.

"I mean I get a knot in my stomach," he took a swig from the bottle. "I get all light headed, my face gets really hot, I say strange things," Alastor let out a loud belch and took another swig. "And for some strange reason I wanna be nice to him.....I wanna make him feel special...." He downed the rest of the bottle. "You have any idea why I'm actinsostrangely, Husker?" The radio static made it hard for Husker to hear the question, but it didn't matter. He was to busy trying not to bust his gut laughing.

"OH MY GOD!!!" Husker couldn't take it anymore. He started laughing hysterically and banging his fist on the bar. Tears sprouted in his eyes. Alastor was dazed and confused.

"Did something I say amuse you?" He snatched a bottle of beer from behind the counter as Husker laughed.

"YEAH!!!" Husker weazed. "First, I get to see you drunk off your ass. Secondly, YOU think I can answer YOUR questions. Lastly, YOU have a crush," he weazed again, "on Angel Dust!" Husker didn't care that Alastor's radio dial eyes were now giving a killer look, it was all to much. Even though Alastor's face was red from all the booze he consumed, Husker could see he blushed from the last thing he said.

"I MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT!!!" Alastor was so pissed that he crushed the empty beer bottle in his hand. Shards of glass sprinkled onto the floor. "HOW DARE YOU SPEW SUCH NONSENSE!!!" Strange markings appeared around Alastor. Black liquid oozed from his teeth. His radio dial eyes became more vivid and loud radio static sounded out of nowhere. He suddenly snapped back to normal when he heard a familiar voice from upstairs.

"What is goin on down here? Don't you know people are trying to sleep?" Angel Dust appeared from upstairs, dressed in a pink nightgown and matching slippers. He was a little groggy, but it didn't affect his sass one bit. All four hands rested on his hips. Alastor felt his breath leave him as he gazed at the lovely demon before him. Now that he felt the strange feelings again, he remembered what Husker said. Could he really have fallen for Angel?

"Either of y'all gonna answer me?" Angel sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

"So sorry A-Angel. Husker and I were having a l-l-little spat. We d-didn't mean to wake you." Alastor's composure crumbled under Angel's gaze. Angel turned to the empty bottles than turned his eyes back over to Alastor.

"Jesus, Alastor are you fucking wasted or something?" Alastor's blush deepened at the question.

"I may have had a few drinks." Husker snorted.

"Yeah. He definitely had 'a few'" Alastor gave Husker death glare. Angel looked between the two.

"Well since you woke me up, mind if I join you?" Alastor stiffened and Husker laughed at the ackwardness.

"W-well...." Alastor couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with Angel Dust. "If you wish." After a few more drinks they all went to their rooms. Since Angel and Alastor's rooms were right next to each other, Angel turned to Alastor one last time before they hit the sack.

"Hey Al?"

"Yes?" Alastor was so drunk that the word sounded more like puddy.

"What were you and Husker arguing over?" Alastor stiffened yet again. He hesitated before answering in a slur of what were supposed to be words.

"Weweredebatingonpolitics."

"Uh huh." Angel wondered what Alastor was so obviously trying to hide.

"Angel..." Alastor had oped his door and turned around one last time before closing it. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Al" with that, they both went into their rooms. Alastor laid face down and kept murmuring to himself about how much of an idiot he was. Angel on the other hand, curled up with Fat Nuggets and kept wondering if maybe....just maybe....he liked....loved.....the Radio Demon.