boozechains

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          	           “ Merry  Sinmas,  ya  filthy  sinners.  ”
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_CountingSheep-

@boozechains 
          	  She took a seat on one of the bar stools, laying her head down on the counter. “What are your plans for today?” She asked 
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goldendreamer--

@boozechains 
          	  
          	  "...Right..Harvey. 
          	  
          	  Oh it's no big deal, I love to give out rubber duckies! It won't be any trouble at all for me!"
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boozechains

@goldendreamer-- /
          	  
          	  “My  name’s  Husk,  not  Henry.
          	  
          	  And  you  don’t  have  to  go  through  the  trouble.  I  hardly  celebrate  this  day  of  the  year  anyways. “
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boozechains

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                     “ Merry  Sinmas,  ya  filthy  sinners.  ”
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_CountingSheep-

@boozechains 
            She took a seat on one of the bar stools, laying her head down on the counter. “What are your plans for today?” She asked 
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goldendreamer--

@boozechains 
            
            "...Right..Harvey. 
            
            Oh it's no big deal, I love to give out rubber duckies! It won't be any trouble at all for me!"
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boozechains

@goldendreamer-- /
            
            “My  name’s  Husk,  not  Henry.
            
            And  you  don’t  have  to  go  through  the  trouble.  I  hardly  celebrate  this  day  of  the  year  anyways. “
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cleanedlenses

"Heya whiskers, are ya feelin' alright?" 
          
          He crawled into bed next to Husk as he would lay down by him, now gently rubbing at the others back. Poor thing looked stressed. 
          
          
          

cleanedlenses

@boozechains 
            
            "It's alright, you're going to be okay." He whispered as he curled himself up around the cat sinner, a look of genuine concern on his face. It hurt him to see Husk like this but he knew the other could handle himself.
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boozechains

@cleanedlenses  /
            
            “ Not  really …  think  I  might’ve  had  to  much  to  drink  at  the  casino ..  ”  his voice low in a groggy, half sleepy tone as he’d lazily look over at the other. Cheeks flushed due to intoxication, and for another reason he refuses to say..
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sinnersfavorite--

"Hey kitty, what's a guy gotta do to get a drink 'round here? 
          
          Worst service ever. You're lucky you're kinda cute...for a weird cat demon thing." 

sinnersfavorite--

@boozechains 
            
            "I'm gonna pay my tab, don't get your panties on such a twist.
            
            Oh you're most certainly welcome. And I don't mind the compliment, I'd say it's quite a high compliment coming from a pretty kitty." He flashed him a cheesy grin, an eyebrow now raised.
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boozechains

@sinnersfavorite-- /
            
            “I dunno, maybe pay your tab like any respectful person would??
            
            And thanks. I’d say you’re not bad looking yourself though I doubt you’d care anything a low sinner like me would say, no?” He raised an eyebrow at the fallen angel before him who he was almost 75% sure was high given his choice of words and overly loopy demeanor.
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cleanedlenses

"Hey whiskers, when do ya get off of work?" 
          
          He questioned curiously as he slouched across the bar counter, just admiring the pretty cat. "Wow..your eyes are pretty. Has anyone ever told you that?" 

cleanedlenses

@boozechains 
            
            "Please I'm only a little tipsy, and you're just pretty. I don't know what else to tell ya." He just sent him a cheeky wink, a goofy smile forming across his face. Honestly this had been the highlight of his entire day but he didn't want to admit to that.
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boozechains

@cleanedlenses /
            
            “Around 15 minutes or so… and what’s got you sweet talkin all of a sudden? Has the fifteenth harder daddy’s finally taken its effect??” came a low chuckle from the bartender as he stocks up for the night. He seemed to be in a good mood the whole day, which was almost a shocker to him included. Maybe those alcohol fueled therapy sessions are working its charms. 
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bloodspillage

//going based off of our crack ships now hehe
          
          "Well ain't ya a weird lookin' fella..you gotta name, doll face?" 

bloodspillage

@boozechains 
            //we dooooo 
            
            "Husk...such a sexy name for such a handsome fella, huh? I'm Striker but ya can call me yours if you'd like."
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boozechains

@bloodspillage  YESSSS LETS FUCKIN GO WE’VE GOTTA THINK OF A NAME FOR THIS SHIP/
            
            “The names Husk, cowboy… you’re quite the eye candy too, if I do say so myself.” he chuckles.
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secondchance--

"Husker, there you are. I've been searching for you everywhere." The radio demon chirped, clearly being in a relatively good mood. 
          
          "You look rather...disheveled. What had you gotten up to, Husk? Come on get ahold of yourself." 

secondchance--

@boozechains 
            
            "What's wrong, Husker? You're never this much of a shut in." He observed the cat while he had approached closer, now placing a hand on the others shoulder. Once he saw how fatigued he was he began to scratch underneath the cat's chin.
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boozechains

@secondchance-- /
            
            “Nothing that’s of your concern, old man… and I don’t need help.” The drunken sinner eyes back at him lazily through half lids like he was trying to put his image into focus. Although his words didn’t seem angry or annoyed, more so fatigue as he stumbles over to the overlord.
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boozechains

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@staticmothdoll /
            
            “Kid’s not here. Probably somewhere deep in town, blowing shit up with his friend or something along those lines.” Husk’s fiery, orange hues sharpen to a death glare as his claws involuntarily tighten around the glass shot he’d been cleaning. Though he remained composed, giving whatever answer would make the pimp leave faster before he really loses his self control and does something stupid.
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@Xx_pr3ttyg1rl_xX  /
          
          Husk stood over at the bar, facing the top shelves and cabinets with extra bottles he was restocking for the day. Unaware of the fact an overlord who just so happened to be one of the Vees were now inside the hotel. “Look, if you’re another paparazzi here for Niffty she’s not here and if you want a drink pay up at the very least.-”  he’d scoff while rubbing a shot glass until his ears twitched at that familiar voice. Motherfucker—

boozechains

“No one talk to me, I have a hangover from last night-”

_Antlers_

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            Alastor seemed like he was having a great time, easily taking notice of every little annoyed movement the other demon made. The deer hooked an arm around husks shoulder, jostling him to the point the water in the other demons hand sloshed out of the cup. “My my, you truly are grumpy today!”
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boozechains

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@_Antlers_ .
            
            “No but it would be enough for me to blackout so I won’t have to deal with your bullshit.” Husk groans through peeled back lips, baring sharp teeth as though he was holding back a growl-like hiss.
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_Antlers_

@boozechains 
            “Oh silly cat. Weren’t you just saying you were hungover? I don’t believe consuming more alcohol will be any help” Alastor said as he followed him. Personal space meant nothing to him if it was someone else’s he was invading. 
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