Swatting the Roach part 1

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #223
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(In response to some talk related to https://pastebin.com/9TjYKbN5 about Angel escaping from Valentino's grasp)

>Just occurred to me that AngelHusk could be a good pairing for this scenario. Husk is sort of a bulletproof drunk, and he clearly gives no fucks about power and authority. Charlie and Vaggie were both rightfully freaked out when Alastor appeared, but Husk seemed to have no qualms about showing open contempt for one of the most powerful overlords in Hell.

>>Immediately lays into him for interrupting his poker game
>>Doesn't hesitate to shove Alastor off with both hands when he puts his arm around him
>>Doesn't miss a beat before giving him the finger during Alastor's song.

>If Angel started melting that ice off his heart during his time away from Val, well...

>>Val shows up looking to drag Angel out by his hair and teach him a lesson
>>Husk immediately busts a bottle over Val's head so hard you can hear the glass break three floors up
>>Tells him, in graphic detail, exactly where the jagged end of it is going to end up if the roach doesn't clear off in a hurry
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(From prompt)

>"Let me see if I understand this..."
>"You strut into MY bar like you own the joint..."
>"In broad daylight no less, making us look like a fuckin' joke with that nasty smirk and those IDIOTIC sunglasses..."
>"You don't buy so much as a lousy glass of beer..."
>"...And now you think you can just drag my best tipping customer off his stool before he's even paid up?"

>Husk brought the handle he'd been pulling from back to his lips and began guzzling again
>Valentino placed two of his hands on his hips, the other two being occupied with holding Angel by his hair and twisting one his arms behind his back
>He began concocting the perfect threat that would put this loud-mouthed nobody back in his place
>And sure, he'd do him the FAVOR of paying off Angel's tab too. He could afford it, he was a wealthy man, something this moron clearly didn't grasp
>But first the pecking order had to be made clear
>It didn't occur to him WHY Husk might be drinking so rapidly

>Husk had leapt across the bar before the last drop of liquor even made it into his gullet
>Valentino saw only a blur before the other demon was upon him
>The thick, heavy glass of the bottle shattered into a cloud of razor-edged confetti against his skull
>"NOW YUU LISSEN 'ERE!"
>Husk slurred at him, choking him with the reek of cheap blended scotch
>"IF YA'AINT OFFA THESE PREMIZZES BY FIVE MINNUTS AGO..."
>Val felt the jagged edges of the broken bottle dig into his neck
>"...THEN AHM GONNA CRAM THIZ THING SO FAR UP YER NARROW, GUTLESS ASS THAT YOU'LL BE GAGGIN' ON IT!"
>He jabbed him with it for good measure, opening a constellation of bloody stains in Val's chest

>Val found himself hoisted upright and hurled toward the doors before he could even properly appreciate the pain he was in
>"NOW GEDDUP, GET OUT, AND DON'T FUCKIN' COME BACK!"
>"YOU'RE EIGHTY-SIXED"
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>"Angel"
>Husk's voice drew the spider demon back out of his shock
>"Yer mascara's running"

>"...oh"

>Husk marched back to the bar.
>He stood up straight as an arrow, but he seemed to have simply forgotten he had wings, and knocked several chairs over along his way
>He came back with a wet rag and began dabbing at Angel's face
>It was coarse and smelled of stale beer, but at least he was trying

>"He hurt ya too bad?"

>Angel didn't have to pull up his sleeve to know that he had a bruised wrist
>His shoulder felt like it had been one errant twist away from being dislocated
>At most times Angel would have lied reflexively and said he was fine
>Or excused it as "rough play"
>But that part of his mind seemed to have had its wires badly crossed

>"...yeah"

>"C'mon then, ah'got ice back behin' tha bar"
>He pushed the rag into one of the hands that Val hadn't harmed
>Then he reached up to put his paw on Angel's back
>Angel flinched
>"...jus' follow me"
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>Husk stooped to scoop up one of the stools he'd knocked over
>Angel followed at his heels, silent
>He dropped the chair next to the ice machine and busied himself with twisting a few scoops up in another rag
>Angel seated himself and resumed trying to wipe away his ruined makeup

>"Angel"
>The spider looked up to see Husk holding out his improvised ice pack
>He took it with one of his free hands and pressed it against his bruised arm
>"...hey?"
>Angel looked up again to see Husk holding another ice pack
>He gestured gently with it
>Angel nodded and swiveled to turn his back to Husk
>This time he didn't flinch as he felt Husk touch him

>Husk sighed to himself, annoyed at his drunken lack of foresight
>He should have gotten a belt, or some tape, or something
>Instead he was now stuck here pressing a bundle of ice cubes against Angel's swollen shoulder
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>Why had he gotten involved?
>This damned arachnid drove him up the fucking wall
>Unable to take a hint
>Making bedroom eyes at him at every opportunity
>Turning everything he said into a dirty joke

>...Still, he never actually got aggressive or tried to touch him anywhere inappropriate
>And he did know how to read a bar and conduct himself properly
>And he could hold his drink
>And he actually was a good tipper

>AND, for another thing, that tacky, sneering pimp who was always yanking him around's rotten attitude REALLY. DID. IRK. HIM.

>Bastard was nothing more than an overgrown schoolyard bully who didn't get the wake-up whooping he needed in time to straighten him out
>Made his blood boil
>Husk sighed
>He could scarcely believe it, but he already needed another drink
>Husk glanced side-to-side
>The only thing within reach of his free paw was peppermint schnapps
>He slid the bottle up out of the well as smoothly as he could, so as to not jostle Angel Dust
>At least it was the high proof stuff