booooo you never let me have any fun ::::( what about an interpretive pole dance after a shower obvi or i'll just slip right off lmao
heh thanks, whiskers i'm screencapping that for later maybe i'll embroider it on a pillow
put those little chocolate chip bitches in the popcorn too salty sweet's best for absolute chaos also almost home gonna be quiet sneakin in, don't want charlie to freak
I let you have plenty of fun. I let you fuck around with the cocktail umbrellas last week. You said that was fun.
...If I say yes to one of these things will I get five minutes peace afterwards?
You're welcome, Legs. Hope it gets you through the bullshit a little easier.
Yes, your fucking highness. Any other requests while we're at it? Good. You should be good. She's trying to make a marshmallow pony right now. She's concentrating. Got her tongue stuck out and everything.
It's fine. Charlie said it gave the booze flavour. She was probably being nice about it but eh. It's had worse in it.
Fucking fine. I'll let you explain it however you want. Don't make me regret it.
Only legal substances at this here establishment. Vaggie's rules. But sure. I'll get you some ice.
Gimmie sec.
[And in a few moments, he has attached an image. It's an image of Charlie squishing melted marshmallow together into something that's vaguely horse-shaped, if no one had ever seen a real horse before. She, indeed, has her little tongue sticking out.]
cuz they fuckin can't i'll tear em to bits nobody messes with me with us, yeah?
goddamn shakespeare i'm fuckin swooning n shit on a balcony or somethin idfk i got a nerdyass fuckin renaissance dress you'll lose ur SHIT it's just tits OUT
uh yeah she DEFINITELY was penny gettin the rhinestones stuck to one of his weird eyespots was hilarious, though i'm gonna bedazzle his egg guys next day off i get
vaggie doesn't want me to have ANY fun :( better make those drinks real fuckin strong, huskeroo gotta take the edge off somehow aspirin doesn't cut it no more.
[...heh. That's actually really cute? Angel surprises himself with the half-smile, even as he pauses, leaning heavily against a mostly-clean brick wall to catch his breath. He's sore all over -- bad night, long night, too many guys and not enough breaks, the potion-laced booze and smell of Val's cigarettes still clinging all over him. Angel just wants to take a four hour shower and curl into a ball for the rest of the weekend.]
deal. that's actually kinda cute don't you ever tell her i said that
He has a whole-ass fit about that until Cherri said it made him look like a sparkly bitch and he took it as a fuckin' compliment. I ain't getting involved if you touch the eggs, you KNOW how weird he is about them.
Vaggie doesn't want ANYONE to have any fun. And sure thing, Legs. Strong as you need 'em.
I won't utter a word.
[Sometimes a little adorableness helps with the crushing weight of everything else. Even if it's just a small bright spot in the dark. Husk is about to offer another, heading off to open the door, leaning against it. Once Angel starts to come into view, however, he steps outside, striding the distance between them, brow furrowed in not-disguised-at-all worry.
He'll offer a hand- a crutch for Angel to lean on if he so chooses to.]
Jesus, you weren't fuckin' kidding. Real bad night, then.
god he fuckin WOULD the fuckin nerd lmao i think it's funny he's funny when he's all mad and "don't touch my minionssssss" lolol
[Prerequisite Pentious-mocking over with, Angel stuffs his phone into his chest fluff and staffers through the grimy gloom of late-night Hell. Husk is there, like some kind of goddamn beacon of light, and Angel's a little stunned at how his whole body goes slack with relief. Like just seeing the guy's enough to make him feel safe. When had that started happening?]
Feel like you're insultin' me, Whiskers. Should I be offended? [It's a weak attempt at humor, in a voice that's so hoarse it sounds like Angel's been gargling rocks. He's shivering a little with exhaustion and the need to dull some of the new pain -- both from the scenes and from how pissed off Val still was about the club. Still worth it, but damn Angel was paying for it. There aren't any visible bruises, at least. Val had left his face alone this time.
He takes the offered hand, his own trembling as he squeezes tight.] Think he got it all outta his system, though. Hopefully.
[Mocking Pen is always a great time- it's a fantastic way to spend an evening. But all thought of making the snake man's life an amusement for the night is gone when Husk realises just how bad of a state Angel is in. Husk's ears pin back as he hears the gravelly sound of his voice- shit. ]
You can take it as one if you want- pretty sure you'll bitch about it either way.
[There's no venom in it- he's trying to keep it light but he's not doing a great job of it. His hand squeezes back in response to Angel's solid as a goddamn rock, despite how anger and disgust churn in his chest and stomach. He knew that Angel would get shit for what happened in the club, that the disrespect wouldn't go without recompense. He's deeply proud of Angel for doing it... but he'd always have to pay for it.
He can't hide the growl in the back of his throat, or how his fur bristles. He can't do shit about this, but oh, does he want to.]
That fuckin' asshole. Ain't worth the ground he walks on.
[He starts to lead Angel back towards the open door and the safety of the hotel. ]
C'mon, Legs. I got a drink and an ice pack with your name on in there. You got anything that needs looked at? That shitheel hurt you?
[Because just because there's no visible bruises doesn't mean there's not something there- he wouldn't put it past that fucking moth. ]
Damn right I will. [Bitching is a tried and true hobby of Angel's -- though albeit one that's been less and less frequent around Husk himself, lately. Turns out it's a little more fun to laugh with the bartender than whine at him. Easier, too. Maybe one of the easiest things Angel's done since dying, which is...scary.
Still, he doesn't resist letting Husk lead him back inside, that last bit of tension slipping away as soon as they're inside the hotel. Amazing that the tacky place has become a sanctuary, somewhere that feels about a million miles away from Val and the studio and the rest of Hell. The insult gets a hoarse, raspy laugh.] Or the expensive-ass shoes he's walkin' in. Yeah, I hear ya.
[There's a brief pause, as Angel slowly runs his free hands (all three of them) over his own body, prodding gently to see what hurts. He can't really feel it otherwise -- these days Angel has to escape so far into his own head when he's at the studio that it's like his body belongs to someone else. Like he can't feel when something hurts or when he's so exhausted every muscle is screaming to collapse. A couple winces, a few tender spots on his ribs, his hips, but --]
Nothin's broken, don't think. He prolly didn't wanna wait for make-up to hide anythin' big. [Angel means it as a joke. It does not come out sounding like a joke.] Just my shoulder's real bad, though. [That had been Val yanking him around when he hesitated a little too long around hour 15 -- Angel remembers that much.] Should be fine with some ice.
[A pause, then, a little more genuinely cheeky:] Not that I'd say no to seein' ya in a cute little nurse's get-up, Husky~ If that's what you're offerin'.
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Date: 2024-03-25 01:50 am (UTC)i got a zillion guys who wanna buy me shit but i'm waitin on u hot stuff
better feel special~
for @helluvamess
Date: 2024-03-25 01:54 am (UTC)is this a date yet
omggggg you wanna have a stabby date with meeeeeeeee
and make out in some guy's blooooood
that's gay xoxoxoxo
for @wiseoldbartender
Date: 2024-03-25 02:00 am (UTC)what about an interpretive pole dance
after a shower obvi or i'll just slip right off lmao
heh
thanks, whiskers
i'm screencapping that for later
maybe i'll embroider it on a pillow
put those little chocolate chip bitches in the popcorn too
salty sweet's best for absolute chaos
also almost home
gonna be quiet sneakin in, don't want charlie to freak
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Date: 2024-03-25 02:33 am (UTC)...If I say yes to one of these things will I get five minutes peace afterwards?
You're welcome, Legs. Hope it gets you through the bullshit a little easier.
Yes, your fucking highness. Any other requests while we're at it?
Good.
You should be good. She's trying to make a marshmallow pony right now. She's concentrating. Got her tongue stuck out and everything.
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Date: 2024-03-25 06:28 am (UTC)Positive reinforcement really works
Maybe I'll take you out next time I win fight night
At least if you root for me
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Date: 2024-03-26 03:12 am (UTC)that was real fun
especially when ya let me put rhinestones on em
sorry bout the glue.
maybe. maybe not. that's a chance you gotta take, whiskers
life's about risk, babycakess
maybe some ice
fucked up my shoulder on the last reshoot
i'd say somethin illegal to take the edge off, but i ain't doin that shit anymore
take a picture
we can sell it to vaggie for at LEAST $200
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Date: 2024-03-26 03:31 am (UTC)does that mean i get to watch ya get all sweaty and gross and hot???
fuck is it my birthday??
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Date: 2024-03-26 03:48 am (UTC)assuming i break a sweat in the ring, you'll have a good time
i've been known for putting on a show
I love that meme image btw
Date: 2024-03-26 09:02 am (UTC)lets fuck up some fucks
gay is when after we go an fuck at a hotel
thank u it makes me laugh every time
Date: 2024-03-27 12:39 am (UTC)won't even let me wash off the blood, will ya? ;3
uh-huh right don't count as gay til then
forgot those were the rules
dumbass <3
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Date: 2024-03-27 01:16 am (UTC)if'n you're good ;)
put on a show just for lil ol me?
maybe take your shirt off?
[Angel, no.]
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Date: 2024-03-27 09:57 am (UTC)like no one can fuck with you and live
i could write u gay as shit poetry if u want
all the gay shit
roses r red
i cant think of a rhyme
suck my dick
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Date: 2024-03-27 07:28 pm (UTC)Fucking fine. I'll let you explain it however you want. Don't make me regret it.
Only legal substances at this here establishment. Vaggie's rules. But sure. I'll get you some ice.
Gimmie sec.
[And in a few moments, he has attached an image. It's an image of Charlie squishing melted marshmallow together into something that's vaguely horse-shaped, if no one had ever seen a real horse before. She, indeed, has her little tongue sticking out.]
We go halves on it.
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Date: 2024-03-28 03:05 am (UTC)i'll tear em to bits
nobody messes with me
with us, yeah?
goddamn shakespeare
i'm fuckin swooning n shit
on a balcony or somethin idfk
i got a nerdyass fuckin renaissance dress you'll lose ur SHIT it's just tits OUT
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Date: 2024-03-28 03:18 am (UTC)penny gettin the rhinestones stuck to one of his weird eyespots was hilarious, though
i'm gonna bedazzle his egg guys next day off i get
vaggie doesn't want me to have ANY fun :(
better make those drinks real fuckin strong, huskeroo
gotta take the edge off somehow
aspirin doesn't cut it no more.
[...heh. That's actually really cute? Angel surprises himself with the half-smile, even as he pauses, leaning heavily against a mostly-clean brick wall to catch his breath. He's sore all over -- bad night, long night, too many guys and not enough breaks, the potion-laced booze and smell of Val's cigarettes still clinging all over him. Angel just wants to take a four hour shower and curl into a ball for the rest of the weekend.]
deal.
that's actually kinda cute
don't you ever tell her i said that
almost there
open the door for me?
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Date: 2024-03-28 11:04 pm (UTC)Vaggie doesn't want ANYONE to have any fun. And sure thing, Legs. Strong as you need 'em.
I won't utter a word.
[Sometimes a little adorableness helps with the crushing weight of everything else. Even if it's just a small bright spot in the dark. Husk is about to offer another, heading off to open the door, leaning against it. Once Angel starts to come into view, however, he steps outside, striding the distance between them, brow furrowed in not-disguised-at-all worry.
He'll offer a hand- a crutch for Angel to lean on if he so chooses to.]
Jesus, you weren't fuckin' kidding. Real bad night, then.
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Date: 2024-03-29 07:46 pm (UTC)[Surprise! he's just as obnoxious]
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Date: 2024-03-30 01:49 am (UTC)i think it's funny
he's funny when he's all mad and "don't touch my minionssssss" lolol
[Prerequisite Pentious-mocking over with, Angel stuffs his phone into his chest fluff and staffers through the grimy gloom of late-night Hell. Husk is there, like some kind of goddamn beacon of light, and Angel's a little stunned at how his whole body goes slack with relief. Like just seeing the guy's enough to make him feel safe. When had that started happening?]
Feel like you're insultin' me, Whiskers. Should I be offended? [It's a weak attempt at humor, in a voice that's so hoarse it sounds like Angel's been gargling rocks. He's shivering a little with exhaustion and the need to dull some of the new pain -- both from the scenes and from how pissed off Val still was about the club. Still worth it, but damn Angel was paying for it. There aren't any visible bruises, at least. Val had left his face alone this time.
He takes the offered hand, his own trembling as he squeezes tight.] Think he got it all outta his system, though. Hopefully.
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Date: 2024-03-30 02:40 am (UTC)You can take it as one if you want- pretty sure you'll bitch about it either way.
[There's no venom in it- he's trying to keep it light but he's not doing a great job of it. His hand squeezes back in response to Angel's solid as a goddamn rock, despite how anger and disgust churn in his chest and stomach. He knew that Angel would get shit for what happened in the club, that the disrespect wouldn't go without recompense. He's deeply proud of Angel for doing it... but he'd always have to pay for it.
He can't hide the growl in the back of his throat, or how his fur bristles. He can't do shit about this, but oh, does he want to.]
That fuckin' asshole. Ain't worth the ground he walks on.
[He starts to lead Angel back towards the open door and the safety of the hotel. ]
C'mon, Legs. I got a drink and an ice pack with your name on in there. You got anything that needs looked at? That shitheel hurt you?
[Because just because there's no visible bruises doesn't mean there's not something there- he wouldn't put it past that fucking moth. ]
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Date: 2024-03-30 07:31 am (UTC)back to bak shooting up some fuckers
hot as shit
do u wanna show it off for me??
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Date: 2024-03-31 01:13 am (UTC)i'm gonna be front and center baby
just u wait
i'll hold up a sign and everything
throw panties on the stage
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Date: 2024-03-31 01:22 am (UTC)like twenty years ago
no wait
it was "back to back fucking some shooters"
close enough
maaaaaaybe
u wanna seeeeeeeeee ;;;;)
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Date: 2024-03-31 01:40 am (UTC)Still, he doesn't resist letting Husk lead him back inside, that last bit of tension slipping away as soon as they're inside the hotel. Amazing that the tacky place has become a sanctuary, somewhere that feels about a million miles away from Val and the studio and the rest of Hell. The insult gets a hoarse, raspy laugh.] Or the expensive-ass shoes he's walkin' in. Yeah, I hear ya.
[There's a brief pause, as Angel slowly runs his free hands (all three of them) over his own body, prodding gently to see what hurts. He can't really feel it otherwise -- these days Angel has to escape so far into his own head when he's at the studio that it's like his body belongs to someone else. Like he can't feel when something hurts or when he's so exhausted every muscle is screaming to collapse. A couple winces, a few tender spots on his ribs, his hips, but --]
Nothin's broken, don't think. He prolly didn't wanna wait for make-up to hide anythin' big. [Angel means it as a joke. It does not come out sounding like a joke.] Just my shoulder's real bad, though. [That had been Val yanking him around when he hesitated a little too long around hour 15 -- Angel remembers that much.] Should be fine with some ice.
[A pause, then, a little more genuinely cheeky:] Not that I'd say no to seein' ya in a cute little nurse's get-up, Husky~ If that's what you're offerin'.
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Date: 2024-03-31 02:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-03-31 11:02 am (UTC)were u had to fuck them all to stop them or some shit?
ours would b hotr
of fuking corse??
u cant say that uve got that an not were it