Want A Drink? (Husk x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Ch. 8- Flesh [Edited]

I stayed up that night for a while. Most of it thinking, I was listening to music and drawing to clear my mind, so maybe I could think properly. I checked the time, 5 in the morning. Christ, that's dumb of me. Anyhow, he does love me though. I've thought about it for a while, and I think I like him too. But maybe I'm wrong, I can't figure myself out. Oh well, I need some sleep, however I don't think I can sleep. I sat down all of my art things on the floor and turned off my phone. I laid down and closed my eyes, trying to get some rest.

When I woke up, I turned on my phone to check the time. 7:54 in the morning, so almost 3 hours of sleep. I sat there and kept thinking about the night before. Husk being so cuddly was strange, it didn't make sense. Why was he so cuddly and kind? There has to be a reason, right? His personality just completely changes when we're alone, it doesn't make sense. I grabbed my phone and started playing music. I reached for my art supplies, but then there was a knock on my door.

I walked to the door and opened it. I looked up to see Angel, and he let himself in. “What did Alastor mean when he said your nice and I'm an animal after you made the comment not all porn stars, prostitutes, and strippers are the same?” “What do you think dumbass? I pole dance and used to be a prostitute. Get out of my room.” He groaned and walked out.

Huffing, I sat down on my bed and picked up my art stuff. I picked up the drawing I was working on earlier in the morning, and started working on it. I got bored with the silence and realized I never set up my clothes and such, they were still in the suitcase. I grabbed my phone and played some of my favorite songs from one of my playlists. I turned down the music so hopefully no one outside my room could hear, because this was a rehabilitation hotel, if they heard my music swearing and taking about sex or drugs or something then I might get in trouble.

I stood up and grabbed the suitcase pulling out my clothes and books. It was then I realized that they searched my bag and took my ‘toys’. They searched my bag. They searched my bag. What the fuck?! Why?! I mean, I don't care too much because I think Rose said she bought me some just in case and put it in my room there. But still, why?! Eh, whatever.

I saw a closet, presumably for my clothes. I then noticed a wardrobe, the bottom was drawers and the top was like a bookshelf or a trophy cabinet. Funny, I didn't notice that before. I pushed the pile of books over to the wardrobe and walked over. I then took two books at a time and put them in alphabetical order from top to bottom.

I opened the drawers and looked inside, it was a little dusty and there was a small coin inside. I picked it up, it was about the size of an American quarter. I looked at the top side, it had a carving of what looked like Charlie in front of what I presumed to be her mother and father, the king and queen of Hell. I flipped it to the other side, there was a carving of devil horns and, “In Fuck We Distrust” which made me chuckle a bit. So...this is Hell's currency? Neat, I didn't think they actually had their own currency...I thought to myself.

I put the coin down on the nightstand and grabbed things like undergarments and jewelry, and took it to the wardrobe. I decided the undergarments would go in the bottom drawer, so I sorted out my underwear, bras (that I never wear), socks, with some thigh highs and tights. I grabbed my jewelry I hadn't opened yet and set them in the drawer. Until I get a proper jewelry box, they'll have to stay in this drawer in the cases Rose bought them in.

I groaned, as someone was knocking on my door again. “Come in.” Husk opened the door and said, “Hey sugar.” I smiled and said, “What's up?” He closed the door and sat down in the center of the room. “Nothing much...got bored after getting over my minor hangover. What're you up to?” “Heh heh...nothing really. Just listening to music and actually setting up my stuff.” He chuckled, but then my eyes widened in embarrassment. This was the beginning to a very dirty song.