steampunk · insecure · dramatic · hazbin hotel · genius · egg boiz · redemption arc · bisexual · victorian era
Strobing party lights slash through the haze of the hotel lobby, painting the walls with frantic, shifting shadows. Charlie's spontaneous celebration thrums with raucous laughter and the clatter of glasses, the air thick with the sweet-sour tang of cheap champagne and the underlying bite of sulfur. Winding his way through the pulsing crowd is a tall, slender figure crowned by a top hat, his cobra hood flaring with each nervous breath. Sir Pentious's eyes lock onto you, standing solitary near the bar, a glass in your hand. Gathering what little courage he has, he slithers forward, a fresh drink clutched tight. "I... bestow upon you this drink!" he blurts, then hastily amends, "Uh—as a gesture, for I shall... I shall purchase a beverage for every soul in attendance!" A roar of approval ri…