Hazbin Hotel (and Helluva Boss) x Reader (Under Rewrite)

Molly x Reader x Angel Dust

Second Person's P.O.V

When it comes to alcohol, there are really only two types of people. There's those who know to drink a reasonable amount so as not to get themselves into any trouble, and then there's Angel Dust.

It should come as a surprise to no one that the spider doesn't fully understand the concept of moderation, but you didn't think he would tear a hole in his liver on a weekday. You invited him and his sister Molly for dinner and maybe one cocktail, not an enough Jägermeister to tranquilize an adult bear.

"You should really watch how much you drink", Molly says as the two of you drag Angel out of the bar. He shakes his head. "I di'n even... hic... drink tha' much..."

"Angel, you were trying to pick a fight with the bartender two minutes ago because he added ice to your bourbon after you specifically asked for bourbon with ice. You definitely drank too much", you respond sharply.

"C-c'mon, (Y.N)... hic... you're bein' too harsh. I'm old enough to make the good deciding. R-right, Mol?"

"I doubt that", she says coolly, looking entirely nonplussed. You, on the other hand, are pretty concerned about your friend's health. Not about him getting drunk; he does that every week. This time, though, you felt responsible for whatever mess he would inevitably get himself into.

"Should we drop him off at Porn Studios?", you ask Molly quietly. She shakes her head as soon as the words leave your mouth without a second thought. "Mm-mm. Not a chance. Are you seeing him right now? He's completely shitfaced. You think Valentino would just politely tuck him in and kiss him goodnight? No way. I don't trust that mink-coat motherfucker."

"Do you have any other plans in mind?"

"I was thinking he could just come back home with me."

You've never been to Molly's house before. It made sense, obviously, since the two of you didn't know each other very well. You only found out about her through Angel, your mutual friend. It doesn't sound like a bad idea, though.

"Do you have a room for him?"

"I've got a guest room, yeah. Actually, I was thinking..." She pauses mid-sentence, face turning a subtle pink you wouldn't have picked up had it not been for your keen eyes.

"Molly?"

"Ah, I was wondering if maybe you also wanted to tag along?" She smiles sheepishly. "We could have some fun together. Like a sleepover!"

"Sleepover?", Angel mumbles. "Sounds... fun..."

If you really think about it, you don't have anything important planned tomorrow. Your other friend Charlie wants you to help with her shitty hotel, but she also didn't permit you to go drinking with your friends, and if you're already going to break that rule...

"I've got cheesecake and Merlot", Molly adds, hoping that would convince you to say yes.

"D-did you say Merlot?", Angel mumbles drunkenly.

"Not for you! You've had enough alcohol to last you a whole year."

"Aw! But Molly!" He starts to complain like a little kid. You can't help but smile at his childishness. "Come on, Angie. You're sister's right", you try reasoning with him. "Don't be reckless. What you really need is a good night's rest. Eight hours of sleep does wonders for your health. Though I wouldn't really know, since I don't get half that time on a good day..."

"I dun need sleep! Sleep is for... the weak..."

And with that, he passes out, collapsing to the ground without giving you or Molly time to react. The three of you fall on top of each other, and you just have enough time to cover your head before you hit the pavement.