Recovery is slow going ❤️‍🩹 🦌📻

Pierre watched the other then sighed, reaching out a hand to the gangster to drag him closer. "...It's okay. We're going to be okay." He wasn't sure if he actually believed that but he had to say it to keep himself from panicking. Only one of them could over think right now and he figured Arackniss had that covered, considering it was his father.

"Angel was smart enough to drop the family name. Wouldn't even know he's related without him or you saying it. Unfortunately, your father is probably taking you with a man a little harder then your brother because you are his last remaining son that he admits to having. He isn't unlike fathers in my day...every man wants a son to carry on the business or legacy or just the name. Unfortunately, being dead, he doesn't need you to carry on anything....if no one kills him, he could just carry on, on his own." He patted the seat next to him for the other to sit with him, taking another drag from his smoke.

"...You know, your father would probably forgive you if I died first. He'd probably play it off as a lapse of judgment or something. Men like that are great at that when the disappointment suddenly has a window to become what they want again." The flea scoffed as he looked up at the spider before smiling slightly.

"If anything happens to me...not just this time..any time, I don't want you to go back to where you were when we met. Your father got more then enough of your time already...so, you better replace me with someone hot and terrible for you and makes that mans skin crawl." He laughed, leaning up to kiss the other.

"Maybe someone who could kick his stupid ass for you?" He mused, giving him another peck.

Arackniss easily joins his husband on the couch, giving a soft tired sigh as he sinks into the fabric and leans into Pierre. Brows furrowed tightly, but he doesn't argue about how "okay" they'll be. Panicking would do no good now....

He gave a soft snort, returning Pierre's kisses with smooches of his own.

"Whether you die or not, there's no way I could go back to what I was. I don't want to."

He kisses the flea's cheek and snickers dryly.

"If you died I'd make sure to go to my brother and have him introduce me to the gayest, loudest, most blood thirsty tramp of a man. Just like you ask, heh. But that's a hard plan B.~"

Hmm, classic and to the point choices. Honestly not a surprise. Lucifer could appreciate the bracing bitterness of coffee once in a while, but he usually preferred much sweeter.

"Mmmm....Caramel cappuccino ...and their little apple strudel looks good to me." Lucifer closed his menu and set it down on the table.

"Call her over.~"

The stag was a tad surprised, really. About the other man's choices. But he supposed that this was a learning experience for them both. Up until now, Alastor had only known him as the ruler of Pride. And Lucifer.. Well, he supposed that he only, really knew Alastor as the man who assisted his daughter with her hotel.

He had to admit, they were getting along better than he had first anticipated.

"As you wish~" He'd hum, reaching up a hand to alert the waitress. It didn't take him long to order, and she quickly skittered off, leaving the pair alone again.

They definitely were getting along better than anyone would think. Lucifer himself was just as surprised. Especially since he was still getting back into the swing of having regular social interactions...

"Sooooo.....I don't think I ever asked what motivated you to join in my Char-Char's project..."

He tries, genuinely curious and also grasping for another topic to continue conversation.

"Ugh...let's make a note that next time yer gonna tear into somethin' like an eel sinner, let's put up some damn plastic sheets first...."

Husk grouses, looking around at his blood spattered bar. The only reason he himself wasn't covered in some sort of viscera as well was due to having taken cover just in time. Thank fuck for cat reflexes...

"You..uh...I think you got some of their colon hanging off of your ear there, boss...."

"Is that what you're using this dramatic red addition as? Pft."

Lucifer snorts, he'd no idea that Alastor was actually broadcasting at the moment. But as he idly took in the On Air signal, it was obvious that he wasn't giving a shit about it.

The fallen angel was very aware he was being rude. But that was the point. He'd just barged his way in both to investigate just what the fuck the creepy buck was using the place for, and to simply bother the guy as well.

@timidblues wanted an Alastor starter!

"Nothing like a nice afternoon stroll..."

Alastor hums to himself, sauntering down the street. No idea what he was about to see around the corner-

"I'm Husk."

Is the less than enthused introduction, though he did give her a lopsided smile, it was obvious that the winged cat didn't exactly do "peppy".

"As for pop to drink, I've got coke, lemon-lime soda and ginger ale."

All things that the bartender personally considered as just "ingredients" to better drinks and cocktails. But people could drink whatever they wanted, he wasn't gonna push anything on her.

Besides them Alastor just watched the interaction, sipping on his whiskey and looking as innocent as a relaxed lion.

"This is a bunch of shit."

“Well, with whatever holy bullshit? I dunno, I was sayin’ th’ same thing! Would I be double-dead? Do I go to double hell? Y’know, think they’s just stuck with me. You too prolly. Might be ready to beat ya with a stick though.”

He waves a hand, letting himself fall back to lean on the nearest wall, a sigh dramatically huffing with his shoulders.

“If it ain’t a holy weapon though, ya do come back. You just like- until ya body’s up n’ runnin’ enough, yer in Limbo. I ain’t exactly a fan, but I ain’t a fan of what gets me to that point either. But, with any luck, you’s probably not gonna need to worry. I don’t think Charlie’s gonna let none of that happen.”

Why explain what was just god awful when he could instead, give the comfort that he probably would be a special case to be protected. Not like he’d have to experience it. Right..?

"Ugh, Limbo?! That's right, fuckin' sinners are pretty durable unless it's angel steel cutting them down...."

Adam grimaced, repressing a shudder. Idiot he had a tendency to be, but he also had spent several centuries an an angelic general. A warrior. He knew all about demons and their weaknesses.

And now he was a demon himself.....and very much at the mercy at those he'd tried to kill not too long ago.

"The Disney Princess of Hell can say no to killing me all she likes, doesn't mean I'm gonna relax."

Adam grumps softly. Ears flicking as he did.

"Outside of getting drunk. Anyway. At least the booze down here is decent..."

“Durable- yeah, tell me about it. I dunno how many of my flicks you’ve seen but I got some pretty fucked up pornos out there. Also, I can’t tell ya the number of times I was crazy destroyed and still kickin too! Like this one time? My boss pulled off all of my fuckin arms! Do ya know how hard it is to work on patching up solely with ya mouth?”

Whoops. Probably shouldn’t scare him like that. At least he stopped with just one example!

“At least ya won’t be killed in here. We ain’t allowed to. Can’t be so sure about outside but… yeh. You’re right though. A fucker makes damn good liquor down here.”

Where did he get that??- That’s just a whole bottle from seemingly nowhere. After popping it open with his teeth, and taking a swig, he offers the sweet, sweet Relax Juices.

"!?"

Adam can only blink dumbly when Angel just casually drops how he had been so mutilated in the past. It wasn't the violence itself that took him aback, he'd seen much worse in his time. But just...how casual Angel Dust was about it???

Sinners really were fucking insane....or just Angel Dust had been through some shit.

"Well I'm not an easy kill anyway so whatever...."

He wouldn't be intimidated! He was ADAM!

"Where did you.....? How did you do that?"

Did the spider just magic the liquor into existence...?!

Huh. That sure was a look he had there, and- his destroyer was Niffty, so that isn’t fair to say he’d be killed easily. Because she’s a bad bitch, and Angel knows this.

“Oh this? I had it on me for a while. Y’want a sip? I promise it wasn’t inside me this time.”

One hand is held up as a show of honesty. Though most people might not like the implications of how he finished that sentence. He gulps down a little more of it before holding it out. Guess it isn’t poisoned at least?

“See, I’m pretty good at th’ whole… sleight of hand. If some dipshit tries to fuck with me, they really ain’t see it comin’. Minimal amounts of boob sweat too.”

Not inside him "this time"? Adam wasn't sure whether the implications of that statement were actually hot or gross...

All the same, Adam definitely wasn't one to allow himself to be perceived as a pussy or a priss. So with a quick "Sure", he takes the bottle and has a swig of it's contents himself.

Huh, not bad...

"Pft, you've got like eight hands right? It'd be lame as fuck if you weren't any goo with 'em."

Adam snickers.

Eighteen?! Adam didn't believe it. He glares, both at the perceived lie and at her tone.

"Tch, yeah yeah. I went through the orientation, kiddo. I know the steps. I don't expect to be here long."

He sniffs self importantly.

Danessa blinked with her arms behind her back "Okay so since you're here, I'll need to know about your oh wait you were once an angel, don't know if angel has ant sickness I should be aware of" she said to him.

"Angels don't get sick. But I don't see how those sorts of questions matter anyway now, sinners don't get illnesses either. They don't even get STIs and shit."

He also didn't get why she was asking of all people about that shit but-

"They can't even die permanently unless sliced by angel steel. Tch."

"I mean no. Negative."

He reached down and booped his boyfriend's nose.

"Not happening.~"

He wrinkled his nose, turning his head to sneeze " Nhnn but It's a really good job and Blitz said-"

Oh, not that imp again-

"Ah yes, and the imp has proven himself to be someone who can be trusted."

Alastor huffs.

"Exactly! and he's cute and funny and badass" Clearly early Able twitterpaited signs

"I was being sarcastic, love."

Heaven or Hell help him, the deer man has to resist the urge to facepalm.

"That imp is a walking disaster and should be avoided."

"It's very obvious why you're in Hell."

Pierre can't help but laugh at the applause the overlord plays while wrinkling his nose with amusement.

"Well in that case, you owe me a kiss, mon chou." He cooed, leaning into the deers side with a purr. "Though the offer still stands to let you have your way with me but you'll have to buy the next round first." He chuckled, lifting his glass to the overlords before taking a sip of his drink.

"Hmm...though I might make you buy a few, wouldn't want you to think I'm as easy as I look." The flea snorts, resting his lower hand on the deers arm as the upper one settled on his chest. "But first, I would like my payment, sir."

One long arm wraps around the flea's waist as Pierre sidles up to Alastor's side. Head tilting slightly to the side in amusement, usual sharp smile sliding into something softer and more genuine as the cervid's attention focused on the other. He laughs warmly.

"Well. a deal is a deal. Let's start with a kiss and then see where the evening takes us from there, darling. Hmmm?~"

Despite their being in public, as "public" as a bar full of sauced demons was anyway, there's little hesitation. Alastor leaned down and pressed his lips to Pierre's, the pressure light and testing at first. Expectant for a response.

i want you carnally *shoves a knife into your abdomen*

Pierre crawling out of the lake he was almost drowned in

King of Hell

people will claim to be filled with whimsy and joy for life but then hate musicals……. the vile tongue of man will never cease lying