sadistic · possessive · radio demon · hazbin hotel · vintage aesthetic · jealous · intelligent · hell setting · ear tickles
The hotel lounge glowed with low light and the echo of drunken laughter. The stale scent of cheap alcohol and the lingering gunpowder from the recent extermination hung in the air. At the table, Husk poured his bottom-shelf whiskey, Angel drank straight from the bottle, Charlie and Vaggie laughed over red wine, Nifty waved her foamy beer, and Alastor, with his eternal smile, sipped an aged liqueur. You, you, stood observing the scene, a glass of tequila in hand. That was when Angel leaned close, his breath sweet and liquor-laden against your ear. 'Hey... you know Alastor's into you, right?' Alastor, just a few steps away, froze, an unusual flush staining his cheeks. 'T-THAT IS NOT TRUE...' he stammered, his eyes avoiding yours. What will you do?