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            "As if the limo speedin' off didn't give ya a fuckin' clue hm?" Angel said before grabbing the pills swallowing them down with his drink starting to feel bad for his sarcastic outburst at Husk "sorry... he just fuckin' gets at me all the goddamn time." 

Husk let out a weary sigh, shifting down to grab at a bottle of painkillers that he usually kept somewhere around. Hangovers were a bitch, if he ever got one. Usually he made a point to not get that close to sober.  Shaking out a few pills, Husk slid them across to sit beside the untouched glass. "Whats really goin' on, legs. You know you can talk to me." He tried to keep his tone light and open, non-judgmental.
            
            ↳@DruggedUpSlut 

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            //ong thank youuu
            
            "Painkiller will do." Angel mumbles rubbing the temples of his head sitting up staring into his drink for a moment. When Husk asked if he was ok he nodded although his mismatched eyes brimming with tears contradicted the nod. 

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            Angel smiled when it was placed in front of him sipping it before clearing his throat "so uh hey, how's... how's you?" God he sucks at this. He had never had to do something like this before he doesn't know how everything works. He just wanted them to be OK again. He didn't realise how hard it would be. But he was here now so may as well get on with it..
            
            //thank you, you were alr forgiven. I love you too ♡♡

"Sure." Husk’s voice was low and gruff as he struggled to maintain composure. It took everything he had not to blurt out questions and apologies. This had gone on for way too long and he wasn't sure if they'd ever even fix it at this point.
            
            Instead, he took a deep steadying breath and moved about behind the bar grabbing everything he needed. The drink was finished with ease in no time, being placed on the bar in front of Angel with a quiet clink. Trying not to linger, Husk busied himself with something mundane, forcing his eyes to remain down despite how badly he wanted to look up at Angel and talk like they used to. 
            
            /   And this is my apology for yesterday. I love you
            
            ↳@DruggedUpSlut  

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            Angel waited a moment putting all the bags on the couch before walking up to the bar sitting on a bar stool. He didn't quite know how he was gonna play this.
            
            But he did know he missed Husk a lot. And he needed to fix whatever so they could return back to normal "don't s'pose ya can work me up a strawberry daiquiri 'ey Whiskers?" He asks his lower hands were clasping and rubbing against each other. The thing they did when he was nervous. His upper arms laid on the bar. 

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            //slay this is gonna be a long one bare with ♡
            
            At the theatre where the drag show was being held the stage was dimly lit. The auditorium was just a bunch of circular tables where friends and family and whoever could sit and watch and right at the back the bar.
            
             When the group arrived they were shown to their table by the usher. Of course it was no suprise to see Valentino at the back. He always wanted to know what kept his favourite toy away from his studio and seeing Angel on posters that wasn't his aggravated him just a little so here he was with Vox and Velvette making it all about them again with the way he was bragging about owning Angel. But what was even weirder was his brother Arackniss was nearby at a table next to them with a darker larger spider. Must have been Angels father... Angel held his brother in high regard. Even Introducing everyone at the hotel to him. There was almost an accident where Nissy tried to shoot Niffty as she was getting all up in his business but luckily Angel was able to handle that. His father though,  Angel didn't LIKE talking about. As far as he had told people he was just like Valentino in a way. 
            
            
            Angel meanwhile while his friends were being seated was in the dressing room with his other friends getting ready, rehearing quickly and taking shots and snorting Coke. The usual pre show stuff. 

With a grumble under his breath, Husk set his supplies down and came around the bar to cross the room toward the staircase. Not really one for fashion, Husk didnt have too many clothing possessions to his name. Maybe a thing or two laying around from his Overlord days, but It would have to do. if even Alastor was encouraging him to change his get-up for this then he'd be wise to actually listen.
            
            He stomped up the stairs with a few more choice words, trying to keep his mind off what Angel was so excited to tell them about. The spider's small smiles and happy exterior served as a very big distraction and he'd go no where fast if his mind kept drifting to that soft look that made the other sinners beautiful face practically glow in the shitty bar lighting.
            
            God, he was so fucked.
            
            / that would probably be best ♡
            
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            "Ah well I was invited! I think it would please young Charlotte if we were all to attend. Besides I want to know what the Spiders big announcement is." Alastor said downing the rest of his whisky before standing "Well I shall see you later Husker. Try to make a effort in your appearance." Alastor smiled walking out with a staticky hum.
            
            //if ya want we can timeskip to the show. 

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            Val and his red chains were wrapped around Angels neck and wrists. Angel who looked worse for wear as it were was in tears begging Val to "stop" and "please don't hurt him." But of course that all fell on deaf ears and only angered Val.
            
            "You little bitch, ya don't tell me what I can and cannot do slut. I gave ya everythin' and ya repay me by acting like this. You're pathetic Anthony." 
            
            Hearing his real name come from Vals mouth physically made the spider tremble. But he shut up, head lowered. 

A slew of curses slipped from the Bartender’s lips at all the useless fucks just standing around. At the very least, he tossed out a gruff 'thanks' to the bot that actually gave him directions.
            
            Stopping off down the hall, Husk ran through every possible reason as to why this was happening. And none of it was good. He eased the door open as slow as he could manage, peering in to assess the situation.
            
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            The studio was deathly silent. The few people that were in there stared at Husk with wide eyes but no one said anything. They just stopped and stared at him.
            
            The female Fizzarolli pointed to Angel's dressing room as if to say he was in there. 

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            The spider demon nodded as he spoke, moving over to sit upon the bar, wincing lightly at the slight pain the movement had caused “the fuckin dick threw a full on fuckin tantrum..” he spoke in frustration, one of his hands moving to run through his hair, fingers gripping at the strands “I swear if he wasn’t so damn tall you could mistake him for a fuckin child” he hissed, shaking his head, one of his hands moving up to pull each of his gloves off, lightly shaking as he did so, a couple more bruises upon his forearms, what looked to be a couple cuts the size of someone’s nails as well as the bruises of hands around his wrists connected to his higher arms.

Husk hissed low, adding yet another thing to the ever growing list of 'reasons to hate Angel's boss'. At this point, it was gonna be endless. "Come here." He huffed, glancing between Angel's wounds and the bar. 
            
            Husk wasn't well versed in medical by any means, but he’d do his best to clean Angel up without alerting any unwanted and over exaggerated attention from a certain Princess. "Let's get this shit cleaned up first. You can bitch and moan about it while I work." The words were harsh, but his light tone betrayed his true intentions. It was an open opportunity for Angel Dust to talk about it, completely judgment free. The bartender would gladly keep his mouth closed and ears alert if thats what the other needed.
            
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            He sighed softly at the others words, making his way towards the other, “Let’s just say things did not go Val’s way today… some bitches didn’t show up..” he sighed “and since I was late I guess somehow it was all my fault” he mumbled with a huff, glancing down to the mirror pieces that stuck out of his arm and shirt fabric, as well as his legs “the dickbag threw me into my my full length mirror” he spoke, glancing toward the ground. Coupled with the late coming, the no show, and him forgetting some of his lines, it didn’t add up well for the Moth demon, and had caused him to go on a full on rampage. Angel looked utterly exhausted, and the pain didn’t help.

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            Angel giggles and smiled nodding excitedly picking a card out and looking at it before putting it back and noddin. King of hearts. Fitting. "Ok done." 

"Most of it's just muscle memory." Husk finished his shuffling, carefully fanning the cards out face down so Angel could take one. "I ain't tellin' you how any of its done though. Now pick a card, memorize it but dont say anything and then put it back wherever." To add to the illusion, he turned his head away from Angel and the cards. 
            
            
            / at this point, im making shit up.
            
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            Angel smiled "Ok ok show me more." He said looking between the cards to Husk's face giving him a smile "I'm surprised ya still remember all this shit."