Soulmates From Below ~AlastorxReader~

Chapter 7

Your eyes fluttered open. Not even a moment passed before your head began to feel like it was being repeatedly stabbed.

"Son of a bitch..." you muttered, wincing at the sharp pains.

You felt absolutely disgusting. Your skin was oily, your hair was stuck to your head, and your breath reeked of alchohol.

Groaning, you got up out of bed and it processed that you were back in your room.

At this point however, you didn't question it because the only thing on your mind was taking a hot bath.

Lugging yourself to the bathroom, you turned on the water and waited for it to get warm. Your eyes were bloodshot and your skin shimmered in the bathroom light.

Gross.... you thought.

Steam began to form from the shower head. You washed up first before filling the tub. The water was clear and had a light tint of turquoise. You sat down and closed your eyes, only keeping your nostrils above the surface.

After your headache subsided, you  brushed your teeth and changed before walking out the door. As you were about to close it, something occurred to you. How did you end up in your room in the first place? You tried to remember, but your efforts were in vain.

When you arrived to the lobby, Husk was in his usual place behind the bar- drinking. You shyly walked to him and sat down, not making eye contact. You felt terrible.

"Uh...." you muttered, "...I'm really sorry about yesterday..." The bar stool beneath you squeaked quietly as you shifted around, discomfort tinting the air. "I didn't mean to cause you all trouble...or to get that drunk..."

He stopped drinking and wiped the liquor from his mouth. He burped after resting his elbows on the counter. 

"Don't worry about it kid, I've seen and dealt with a lot worse."

He had his usual grumpy tone, but he wasn't mad. In fact, he seemed relieved. You wondered if he's lost anyone important to him through drinking.

He was trying to be nice, and you really appreciated it.

"By the way," you continued, "do you know what happened? After I passed out that is.... I woke up in my bed this morning, but I know for a fact I didn't take myself there."

He took another swing, but still remained in the position. He cleared his throat, "Ya you fell pretty hard kid. Smiles picked you up and teleported out of the room. Didn't know where he took ya."

Usually Angel is the only one that refers to Alastor as "Smiles", guess he's rubbed off on Husk. It took you a minute to process his words, but the more you did, the sicker you felt.

A confused feeling began to build within you. You were definitely angry, but you couldn't help blushing at the thought of him carrying you. Holding you.

"Oh..." was all you could manage.

"What? Is that freak finally gettin' to ya?" Husk snickered lightly.

You jumped, a bit startled by the question. "No...well, kinda..." Your bar stool began to squeak a little louder as you shifted around more.

Just then you see a blur of white and pink in your peripheral.

Angel Dust begins strutting toward you two and sits down. He pushes his chest fluff up and begins batting his lashes at Husk.

The cat groans and turns away, leaving Angel a moment to notice you.

"Oh heya toots! You're alive!" he snickered. He begins casually creating a line of white powder on the counter before snorting it. "It's so damn quiet in here..." he mutters, sniffling while wiping his face. Turning away, he slumps onto the counter and begins blowing kisses at the cat demon, in vain of course.
After another failed attempt, he rolls his eyes and lays down on his back dramatically.