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Girls' Night
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A flurry of goodbyes passed between the gaggle gathered in the hotel parlour. Prior to tonight, Angel Dust had made a point of not inviting the hotel crowd to his drag shows - somehow, being seen by them in drag seemed far more intimate than if they were to attend his lewd striptease and pole shows. But when Charlie had spotted a glamorous pin-up on Angel's wall of him in all his drag finery, she had practically begged him to let her and Vaggie see him perform. Her excited squeals and eager, puppy-dog eyes made it nigh impossible to say no - even when she inevitably escalated it into a "bonding exercise", a "girls' night" for the ladies of the hotel to "really get to know eachother". Angel had to admit, though, he'd had a lot more fun than he had expected. Other than Niffty making a bee-line for some menacing looking leather daddies (who, thankfully, found her rather adorable), and Cherri trying quite aggressively to persuade the stage engineer to let her take over the pyrotechnics, the night had gone surprisingly without a hitch.
Doing his damndest to swallow these highly unwelcome nerves, Angel sidled up to the bar with an exaggerated swing in his hips, playing up the charm in an effort to disguise his nagging insecurity. He plopped himself down on a stool and shot Husk a saucy grin.
As the crowd trailed off to their respective rooms, Angel found himself to be the last man standing. His eyes flicked up to allow himself a glance at the demon behind the hotel bar. He had been deliberately avoiding his gaze, feeling a touch vulnerable in his current get-up. The outfit he had picked for the show consisted of a hot pink dress that had a flouncy skirt short enough for his legs to be on full display. His make-up was pink to match and flecked with glitter, and the wig he had chosen was platinum blonde with tidy ringlets that bounced around his shoulders. Usually, being in drag had his confidence soaring, and he would revel in the warm glow of adoration he elicited from the sinners that drooled over him with wide, hungry eyes. Sure, his work had no shortage of those, but being admired as a glamorous beauty queen as opposed to a hot, naked body? It was a rare glimmer of control, a beautiful mirage he could spend forever chasing. When he was in drag, it was his choice, his art, and he called all the shots. But, around Husk... well, he would be lying if he hadn't breathed a silent sigh of relief when Charlie suggested making the outing a girls only affair. Sure, he pushed Husk's buttons, and having his advances rejected when he was playing up the pornstar persona was one thing, but the idea of getting shot down when he was like this felt far more sour.
"So... what's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?"
#top-shelf-tender#top-shelf-tender rp#hazbin hotel rp#sorry this is so long LOL i spent a lotta time on setup!!!#eeeee im so excited to see where this goes
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"....................Husker."
He knew him oh so well.
"Why are you ignoring me, Husker?"
"Yes Daddy."
The words slipped out before Husk had time to register them, his full-face flush adding more crimson to his features.
"I'm ignorin' you because you're bein' obnoxious today, and I just know you're gonna fuckin' abuse this shit ass curse by sayin' my name over and over again," the bartender huffed honestly.
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*Grabs by the lapels and tugs into a kiss*
“Sorry I was busy yesterday,” Husk apologized without releasing his keeper.
"Hmph. It's fine.....I was just bored. At least Rosie was here with me..."
So much emphasis.
He was absolutely still pouting about it, but Husk noticed he wasn't trying to pull away, either.
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“Keenie, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but what the hell were you thinking?”
Husk could still hear the phantom clatter of plastic teeth. Hell was forever, and that was the soundtrack.
The lamb chuckles and plays coy with the bartender, "Whatever could you mean, Sir?"
Keenie shakes her head and gives a proper answer, "Oh come on, Husk! Are you really going to let a wind-up toy get to you?"
"It's just one little gift! I am sure he will get tired of it eventually, and add it to his collection of tchotchkes!"
"Besides aren't you the one in charge in your relationship? If he bugs you so much, then just confiscate the teeth!" "You can give them back when, Alastor can be more responsible."
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starter for @top-shelf-tender
3:17am
The pink glow of Angel's bedside clock was the only source of light in the pitch black void of his room. The door creaked ever so slightly as he inched it open further, hoping to god that the sound didn't rouse his partner. He was in luck: through the neon film cast by the clock, he could see Husk's sleeping form half-covered in one of Angel's blankets, peaceful in his undisturbed slumber.
Angel let out a silent exhale of relief, closing the door behind him without a sound.
He didn't want Husk to see him like this. Sure, it wasn't unusual for him to return from work looking worse for wear - but this was by far the most damage he had sported in Husk's presence. It was the same old story: a moment of insolence had been reprimanded with a violent shoot, this time one that was brutal even by Valentino's standards, and as things stood, Angel could barely tell where one injury ended and the next began.
Shrouded in darkness, he began the task of peeling off his clothing, wincing as patches of bloodied fabric were stripped from the wounds they had adhered to. It was fine. This was fine. He would get into bed and go to sleep, and none of this would matter anymore. He could forget.
Without bothering to redress (it was dark, and he had the blankets to cover his injuries), he sat gingerly on the bed before lowering himself down next to his lover, waiting out the worst of the aches that flared at the change of positions before pushing himself sideways until his body met Husk's.
The relief of being with his partner was immediate - and temporary. The pain was all-encompassing, swallowing the sweet sensation without mercy. With gritted teeth, Angel threw an arm over his now-stirring partner, fingers trembling as they pushed through the soft fur of Husk's chest. Still, it wasn't enough. The quaking hand formed a fist, tugging at the feline and pulling himself closer in the process, bare body now pressed heavily into Husk's. The flutter of his partner's eyes spurred him to lean into a hungry kiss, sparing no time for the soft and gentle. He needed this. He needed to forget.
"Hey, baby," he murmured between kisses, voice hoarse and raspy. "I'm home."
#you wanted angst... YOU GOT IT BBY#also this is me. if you expected anything shorter than this MORE FOOL YOU#ic: cameras are rolling#starters#top shelf tender rp#top shelf tender#tw abuse#tw trauma
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@top-shelf-tender / Blood Ball
"Husssssker, old chap! Is that you under that marvellous costume?!" Sir Pentious called out, sauntering over with a drink in hand and a little bit out of breath. What a night this had already been! So many sights, fancy people with their fancy costumes and the most divine music you could probably find in all of Hell. Pentious had danced his scales sore and a chatter with a friend was just the kind of break he needed.
He circled around the feline, clapping his hand in admiring delight. What a gent could be found under the scruffy exterior!
"I must say, you look as sharp as a knife! You should wear a coat more often, dearie!"
#ic#(Husk.)#top-shelf-tender#ADD PEN TO THE LIST OF PEOPLE WHO GO#“WOW he really cleaned up!”#PFFFT#he may be a bit tipsy#just a teenssy bit#RP blood ball: reply
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For as much as he loved going out during the evenings, one might expect the blonde feline to be right at home in a party setting such as this, but… Nights out in a bar or club were a fair bit different than the gala he currently found himself attending. And not just for the fact that there, he was usually fully off the clock, unlike the present setting. Not to mention, in those sorts of spaces, it didn't matter when he felt like dialing down his level of socializing… And in turn, acting sociable-- Here though? Well, that mattered a bit more.
In the end though, at least Minato knew he'd be looking forward to good pay in exchange for working tonight's event… So that sorta made up for it. And besides; this did also give him a chance to dress up, and accessorize a bit. So he supposed that was another bonus.
Breaking away from the other guests after having taken another round of photos, and getting the needed details for if said guests wanted personal copies of those photos after the event, the photographer slipped off into one of the more tucked away seating areas for a bit. Lightly flopping onto the sofa-like seat before allowing himself to give a light sigh.
"Looks like tonight might end up feeling longer than I first thought…" Muttering that thought to himself, slightly drooped ears perked up at the sound of someone walking over, gold gaze soon flicking over toward the other. And while it took a second to muster back up, he soon offered the older man now standing near by a charming sort of smile.
"If you've come over to ask about a photo, then I can snap one for you here in a few minutes." Putting on the more friendly seeming manner he'd been showing off toward most everyone else so far that night, Minato had no idea if that was actually the other man's intention in coming over, but… It felt like a safe bet.
#top shelf tender#{|ic|}#{|rp|}#{|cross over|}#{|alt canon: catboy au|}#{|ooc notes transition—|}#took me a hot minute to get around to this lmao-- but!--#i hope it'll work well to get us rolling~ u w u
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It was getting late, and most everyone else in the hotel had already left the lobby in favor of their respective rooms… Save for a certain spider, that is. Given that Angel was still hanging about on the near by sofa as Husk was busy tidying up the bar for the night.
Stealing the occasional glance over at the feline in between doing nothing in particular, besides dicking around on his phone-- Angel soon enough put the device away once he spotted Husk stepping out from behind the counter. "Hey, Whiskers~" Being a touch playful as he called over to the bartender, hints of a cheeky grin tugging at his features. "Care ta come over and have a seat?" In addition to his question, the spider also provided further backing for his invitation, by way of drawing his legs closer-- opening up space for the feline to sit.
Once Husk had decided to do just that, however, things were quiet again for a few moments… Up until Angel piped up with another question. "Hey, Husk-- I know this is a random question and all, but…" A momentary pause, gaze shifting toward the feline's tail, before he continued. "Would ya mind if I wanted to pet the tail?"
#top shelf tender#🕷⋄{ic}⋄🕷#🕷⋄{rp}⋄🕷#🕷⋄{canon verse}⋄🕷#🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Ooc Notes Transition--}⋄🕷-♡-🕸#totally stealing a lil inspo off a meme for this lol--#but here we go~ u w u
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🎭
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SEND 🎭 AND MY MUSE WILL POST A PHOTO OF A MASK THAT MATCHES YOUR MUSE.
ཐིཋྀ "And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart ♫"
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the sequel to charlie shitting in rage I guess
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Friendly Face @top-shelf-tender (blood ball)
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"Alone, I'm afraid, decided to do this last minute so, couldn't ask anyone". He smiled. "What about you"?
#blood ball event#top shelf tender#rp blood ball: reply#the red death held illimitable dominion over all. (blood ball)
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Husk waited for Angel to open the gift, revealing a pink leather collar and leash. With a blush, Husk briefly averted his eyes.
“I may not own my soul, but I can give you everything else…If you want it…”
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Angel's face split into a wide grin. This was... perfect. Husk knew him. Sure, the whole of Hell might have an inkling that this was something Angel would enjoy, but from Husk, it was so blatently different. This was a gift, just for him, presented with a coy blush, kind words, and the offer of himself. Giving, not taking. An understanding between two sinners that although they might belong to other people, they could share a different kind of belonging with each other: one that was founded on respect, on connection, on real, genuine desire.
If you want it... oh, that dumbass cat.
"Husk, I don't think there's anything in the fuckin' world I want more," Angel spoke, blunt and breathless, his usual smart mouth rendered stupid as he slowly brushed his fingers over the smooth leather. He picked up the collar and began to fiddle with the fastenings, eager to try it on.
"Hold on, what am I doin'?" he muttered, abandoning this in favour of draping the collar from two fingers and holding it out to it's gifter, an amorous glint in his eye.
"Would ya do me the honours? Sir?"
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Still holding the other close, both pairs of arms dedicated to the task of consoling his touch-starved friend, Angel considered how naturally this came to him. It wasn't as though he commonly offered comfort to others - at least not using such tame methods, let alone with this degree of honesty. Yet, it felt right, the demon he now considered to be a close friend buried into his chest. It felt comfortable. He wanted to pour all of his remaining affection into this gesture, every ounce of true compassion he still had left.
Anthony. It had been half a century since anyone had called Angel by his true name with any amount of respect behind it. It was a word he had come to conflate with being owned, a word only ever used to taunt and break him. But Husk said it so casually, so freely. Like it was Angel's.
"Just you try an' disappoint me, Whiskers," Angel murmured, cheek pressed to the top of the feline's head. "Sure, ya ain't all sunshine and rainbows. We weren't good people, that's why we're here," he shrugged.
"But I like to think I know ya, Husky." His voice was quieter as he spoke, the soft brush of sincerity painting his words. "I've seen a lotta evil shit in my time. Some people, that's just... how they are, ya know? They get off on makin' people hurt."
Had his face not been laid atop his friend's head, well out of his line of sight, he might not have felt quite this at ease with being so candid. However, he knew Husk was feeling vulnerable and that speaking from the heart was the language of his soul.
How did Husk do it? He got Angel to open up so naturally, a stubborn flower finally blooming in the sun. He was truly the epitome of the bartender, coaxing out those subtle, hidden feelings from those with even the most resilient masks.
"You ain't like that, Husk. I don't give a fuck what ya did back then, cuz I know ya now and I know ya ain't some sadistic fuck, hell bent on breakin' everyone around ya. So... I don't care what ya think of yourself, Husk. You're good. You're good to me."
[ scalp ] reversed! angel wants to give the kitty head scritches
//much love to mun 🩷
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The fur around Husk’s head and shoulders puffed pleasantly as Angel’s nails worked against his scalp. He didn’t allow just anyone to touch his head, but the spider had proven trustworthy of knowing this particular sweet spot.
“Keep that up and I might pass out here on the couch,” he warned playfully.
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Alastor felt that connection severe like he'd been shot in the heart.
What the fuck just happened?
He sat there confused, it not quite sinking in as he tried and tried to materialize the chain.
Did something...?
How?
He needed to find Husker....if he was still around.
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The silhouette of the Gambling Overlord was distinctive, even though Angel Dust had never met him in person. The fact that he had chosen to await the escort's arrival outside his residence was certainly unusual - even in the depths of Hell, the wealthy and powerful usually preferred not to be seen soliciting prostitutes, no matter how high-end or famous. Those who hired Angel to show off like a trophy tended to belong to a lower class than that of an Overlord. The ones who saw Angel as a status symbol first and a whore second.
As the limo pulled up to the kerb, Angel stepped out to meet his client. The black, pink-trimmed slip dress with a slit that climbed to his hip was a good deal classier than his more typical "overwear" when he was hired out to clients, but Valentino had insisted that this particular client was the type to prefer formality over Angel's usual skimpy numbers. The moth had been vague when Angel had inquired about his customer for the night, seemingly harbouring a distaste for the other Overlord, which Angel attributed to Val perhaps being swindled by the gambler one too many times.
The Overlord was handsome. It always made the job more enjoyable when clients were easy on the eyes, and this finely-dressed older gentleman certainly met that criteria. His golden eyes watched as the sinner gathered himself, reserved and decidedly wanting, but absent of the familiar carnal hunger that Angel was acquainted in satiating for the men he serviced.
Formality, Angel reminded himself. He likes formality.
"Husker, ain't it?" Angel smiled sweetly, extending a hand to greet the dapper feline. "Pleasure ta be meetin' ya. The name's Angel Dust. I'll be yer company fa the evening."
Tactful euphemisms were not a strong point of the spider's, but with his instructions regarding the client's classy tastes, it felt customary to keep things polite - until, of course, the client stated otherwise.
With a quick glance to the door behind them, he turned up the charm and shot the Overlord a seductive wink.
"Care ta show me inside, handsome?"
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🕸-♡-🕷⋄{ @top-shelf-tender | continued from: 💗 }⋄🕷-♡-🕸
It had been a long fuckin’ day… Granted, not entirely in a bad sense, but still— After all that had gone on, Angel was more than ready to unwind for the night… And while a drink or two had been a great start in doing just that, having Husk curl up in bed with him was really something to seal the deal.
With the feline’s head tucked up into his neck, the spider leaned against it gently, one hand absentmindedly petting at the back of Husk’s head and running his fingers through the other’s fur… And in this peaceful moment, Angel had almost begun to drift off… Up until feeling the other’s paw cupping his chest, that is.
Turning towards the feline with a slightly sleepy expression at first, it wasn’t long before a cheeky sort of grin spread across the spider’s features, a soft bit of laughter bubbling up from his throat as Husk flushed and began that flustered apologizing.
“Aww, Husky~…” Angel giggled, his hand upon the feline’s head shifting to gently rub behind one of Husk’s ears. “If ya wanted to touch me, then ya don’t have to be all shy about it~…” Cooing those words, another hand then reached for the paw Husk had pulled away— bringing the bartender’s paw back to his chest, but this time with Angel’s hand still resting atop the other’s paw.
#top shelf tender#🕷⋄{ic}⋄🕷#🕷⋄{rp}⋄🕷#🕷⋄{canon verse}⋄🕷#🕸-♡-🕷⋄{Ooc Notes Transition--}⋄🕷-♡-🕸#hope you don't mind me picking this up~! since the tags did mention it was open to all Angel's hehe--
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