HuskerDust ~ Intoxicated

The Drunken Kitty and the Spider Hooker

Husk POV

First full day in the hotel. Can't really remember much from last night. I remember a blonde chick and her bitchy girlfriend named Charlie and Vaggie, Alastor, some sweet little kid named Niffty, and this Pornstar. For some reason I remember every piece of information about him that I was given... weird. His name is Angel Dust. He is very pink and is oddly flirty. Eh, whatever.

The princess gave me a room on the first floor, which is where the more luxurious rooms were. Everyone else got a room like me, though. She even let me customize it. I didn't bother to yet. I'll do it eventually. Anyway, after a shitty nights rest I rolled outta bed and walked down to the bar. I decided to dress kinda nice. White shirt, black pants, suspenders, red tie, whatever. Turned out looking pretty nice.

As I was saying... I walked down to the lobby and went to the bar, or... the front desk. Angel was eating something on one of the sofas. For some reason it was the first thing I noticed.

Niffty was the first person to greet me. "Good morning, Husker!" The kid greeted, sitting on my bar. "Mornin, kid." I started to organize the drinks, and after I was done I grabbed my booze and took a gulp. "Ya know, ya really shouldn't drink in the mornings! It isn't healthy." "Like I care." I said. She rolled her eye and pulled out a cloth seemingly out of nowhere. She started to wipe down the bar. "Oh- Thanks." I didn't expect her to do that for me. "It's my job as the maid, no need to thank me!" She said with a smile. "I might hang out around here when I don't have anything to clean." She said. "Fine with me." I shrugged. Suddenly Angel Dust sashayed to my bar and and leaned on it with a rather seductive glare.

"Can I help you...?" I cocked and eyebrow. "Yeah, gimme a shot, please~" "...at 9 am? I mean jeez, I drink all the time but a shot?" "You heard me, kitty cat~" "...don't.. call me that." My face heated up a little. God dammit husk, pull yourself together! I grabbed a shot glass and filled it with tequila and slid it over to him. He downed it. "Thanks. I needed that." "What could you have needed that for." His usual seductive and happy expression faded away. "...let's just say it makes work easier." He left. I started to feel... bad. I didn't say anything wrong, right?

The first day was pretty boring and uneventful. Angel came back from work, looking happy. Ish... wait. Why the hell am I so focused on this hooker- UGH. I watched the spider walk in. He sat down at the bar. "Hey, kitty cat~" "What did I say about calling me tha-" "I would stop if you actually told me your name." He smirked at me. Oh fuck... I was the asshole here. I didn't even tell him my name?! "Oh fuck, right. My name is Husk."I held out my hand for him to shake. He shook it. "I suppose you already know my name~?" "Yeah, Angel Dust, right?" The spider giggled. "That's me. But, you can call me Angie." He smiled. His smile was... addictive, it was so great to see.

A few days go by and Angel greets me when he comes back from work every night. This night I had decided to dress nicer, my fur slicked back and everything. I prepared him his favorite drink; a strawberry piña colada with extra rum. I waited for him to come back. When he did, a kind of smiled until I saw a bruise on his neck and he had a really negative expression on his face... he didn't even say hi or grab a drink. He just walked passed me, seemingly crying...

I didn't like it. I immediately stood up and followed him, just observing what he was doing. I followed him until he slammed the door to his room. Vaggie was already stomping towards him for slamming the door. I help my hand up to her to signal her that I could handle this. She rolled her eyes and walked away. I knocked on his door, but there wasn't answer. It wasn't right to barge in, even though I really felt the need to.

I pressed my ear to the door, hearing Angels voice saying something. I think it was Italian? But not only did I hear that, I heard weeping, crying, and sniffling. "Angie?" I asked, pulling my ear away from the door. I tried to put on the most comforting voice I can, but it didn't really work out. He did answer the door this time, though. He didn't open the door all the way, just a little crack. "...what do you want, Husk..." "Is everything ok?" "Yeah." "...you're lying." "How do you know that?" "I could hear you crying from the other side of the door and saying something." I said and opened the door a little more with my hand.

"Angie, what's wrong?" I asked. He sighed and pulled me in his room. He sat down on his bed as he hugged a little pig. I sat down next to him. "...my job..." "what about it?" "Is it ok if I vent to you?" He asked me. I sighed. "Yeah, sure." I wouldn't usually say yes but... I needed to know. "I have a pimp. His name is Valentino." "I've heard some shit on that guy..." "For a damn good reason. He refuses to pay me what I deserve, he will starve me, he hits me and abuses me... he... he..." I was already furious from what he just told me. "He what..?" "He raped me! I said the safe word over and over and over but he WOULDN'T LISTEN! HE JUST CONTINUED AND IT HURT AND I-" he broke down into tears in his hands, hugging his pig. I pat his back. I was still furious but I wouldn't show it, knowing that Angel was already going through enough negativity.

"Can't you quit?" I asked, he shook his head no. I didn't even wanna know why. "Angie. It'll be ok. I'm here for you... ok?" I said, smiling for once. He snuggled and nodded, pulling me closer to him and giving me a hug. "Thank you, Husk..." he said. I halted for a moment before hugging him back. I stood up while holding his hand. "I still got ya favorite drink at the bar if it'll cheer you up." I winked at him. "...can I bring my pig...?" He asked with a slightly brighter expression. "Fine. Come on, I don't want your drink to turn to liquid." I pulled him up. He wiped the running mascara from under his eyes and smiled. I figured he would let go of my hand but... he didn't.

We walked to the bar. I was happy to see him smiling, again.