#whiskey4whiskers

[helluvahotelfan]

“It is, but I mostly do research,” Jenn smiles. “I heard about this place and came here shortly after I got my job. Celebrated with a drink. Husk is a great bartender, and I know he looks out for his patrons.”

Jenn approaches the bar, ready to start her weekend. She's been rather busy with her work in the R&D department at VoxTek as well as helping souls out on her way to becoming an overlord. She's still far from the mark that would consider her one, but that doesn't make it any less exhausting.

"Hi, Husk," she smiles as she takes a seat.

"Hey, kid," Husk greets. "Here for your usual?"

He already is prepping the whiskey neat Jenn has been ordering since day one of coming here.

[the-porn-demon]

Husk knocks on Angel's door, holding a small piglet in his arms.

"I thought I told you no more bar snacks," he tells Fat Nuggets as he waits for the spider demon to open his door.

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Hiya Husker, are we playin’ babysitter tonight?

Angel leans dramatically against the doorframe, a pair of hands clasped forward, pressing his chest out. He lowers his voice seductively and lets a finger from a lower hand pull against his suspenders. You took such good care of him, how could I ever repay you?

[official-alastor]

“Boss,” Husk approaches. “You seen Niff anywhere? I got bugs crawlin’ all over my damn bar!”

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“Oh, she’s around here somewhere I’m sure.” Alastor shrugged his shoulders, leaning against his cane. “Have you checked the vents?”

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"Ooh~ Huskerrrr!"

Niffty's head suddenly popped up over the bar, seemingly out of nowhere. Her single eye gleamed with excitement and a mischievous grin was spread across her face.

"I need your help with something"

@maidniffty

"Ugh, I'm too sober for this shit," Husk muttered before addressing the small maid. "What do ya need, Niff?"

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KeeKee sits on the bar counter, staring at Husk.

@ask-keekee

Husk raises an eyebrow and wondered when he was assigned the caretaker of the hotel pets.

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The

"Did you pass out before you could finish the thought?" Husk asked, wiping down a glass. "I think you're cut off, bud."

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I’m not bothered by your lack of shirt. I was just curious.

"Hell gets hot. The fur already doesn't help."

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Husk,

Thank Vaggie for setting you up with an email when I installed the hotel's new point of sales system. I need a favor. What's Jenn's drink of choice? How is it served? Do I need to take a bartending lesson to make it? I have an apology to make.

-Vox

((@askoverlordvox))

“What the…?” Husk is caught off guard by the email - more so the sender than anything else.

Hey,

Jenn hasn’t been here in a while. But when she was, she ordered whiskey neat. No preference on brand.

Good luck, man.

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>:|

…

Hmm…

…

Okay, not that I can, but if I could,

would you let me pet you if I were to get you out of the soul deal with Alastor?

No - I may look like a fuckin’ cat but I ain’t into that pettin’ bullshit.

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I can give you someone else’s arms!

And about a million bucks. Plus some of the good stuff smuggled from Gluttony.

Is that enough to let me pet you?

No

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How much do I have to pay you to let me pet you?

“Both of your arms, ‘cause you sure as hell ain’t pettin’ me.”

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Why don’t you ever wear a shirt?

"Look, I don't go around askin' people why they wear what they do. Don't like it, don't look."

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Really? Not for a million dollars and potentially the best bottle of booze in your afterlife?

No

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Speak for yourselves…

We still cherish you Alastor by the way, even though you're a bit of a jerk to us 😂 The way you entertain us so successfully makes up for it /platonic

“Why thank you.”

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Jenn approaches the bar, ready to start her weekend. She's been rather busy with her work in the R&D department at VoxTek as well as helping souls out on her way to becoming an overlord. She's still far from the mark that would consider her one, but that doesn't make it any less exhausting.

"Hi, Husk," she smiles as she takes a seat.

"Hey, kid," Husk greets. "Here for your usual?"

He already is prepping the whiskey neat Jenn has been ordering since day one of coming here.

[official-alastor]

“Why, thank you, chum. Cheers!” Alastor raised his glass to the furry bartender then took a sip. “Mm. Always a treat.”

The Radio Demon appeared on an empty barstool with a rush of shadows, leaning his cane against the bar. “Husker, my good man! A glass of rye if you would please.”

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Husk grumbles but obliges. He stops cleaning the glass he had been working on and grabs a different glass and begins to pour.

“Here,” he says, setting the glass in front of the radio demon.

He picks up his rag and begins to clean once more, leaning against the back counter as he carefully watches Alastor.