#oh gosh Stolas fits in the soft nerds category lol

[top-shelf-tender]

❝ A Valentine's ask for Hazbin Hotel's favourite bartender. . .

Do you have a type? Or do you find that question rather irrelevant? ❞

Now that Husk was working for Hell’s royal family, he was growing more accustomed to visits from curious nobles. Status or no, Stolas was a patron, and it was Husk’s concierge duty to help him feel welcome.

“Well,” he began, grabbing a bottle of Empress Gin, “suppose I’ve always been able to narrow my attraction down to three types: eccentric performers, milfs, and soft nerds. ‘S not like I’ve got a rubric for that sorta thing - it’s always been more about natural chemistry for me.”

The bartender poured the purple alcohol into a martini glass, along with citrus liqueurs, juices, and syrups. He topped the cocktail off with some edible glitter and a toothpick-skewered lemon rind that resembled a crescent moon.

Sliding it across the counter, Husk eyes Stolas curiously. “And you?”