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Of course the slithering idiot just had to go out as a self sacrifice. The snake just couldn't just bear to let the power of Hells Princess take care of it all. Shit Husker nearly didn't notice the whir of the engine until he heard Pentious's blimp break off from the tracks and fly overhead. The dread wasn't a new feeling. But, it was a feeling he was physically repulsed by, he could almost feel his stomach churn as his ears were pinned back to his head.
Now he sits here. Everything seemingly back to normal, or whatever Charlie and the others claimed to be normal. They paid their respects to the painting of Sir Pentious but that was about it. It was like nobody even noticed he was gone, like nobody could even acknowledge that Sir Pentious gave himself up to protect the people he would willing call family. So Husker sat at his now remade bar, cleaning glasses and watching the others head into their rooms for the night. Of course he was exhausted but he knew he would get an earful from Vaggie if he didn't clean up before he went to rest.
"Shit."
He picked up another glass and began to clean it. He mind drifting to when they, they being him, Angel, and Pentious would get wasted for the night and actually be able to bond without interruption. It was something he would never tell but missed more than anything. Being able to finally have just some people to be able to slack off with and talk with despite the un-sober situation.
Dear Satan, did he hate the idea of being forced to find new drinking buddies.
But he knew things down here usually never work out. He watched as the Hotel was destroyed like it was a small rock in heavens shoe, he couldn't even remember just how many sinners the Exterminator's slaughtered before this fateful night began. The only night they fought back with everything they had in them.
Of course there was nothing to do now. They all had to wait for new people to come in and try their damnedest to be redeemed or wait for the new hotel to be torn down again by demons who claim it was a hazard, how it only put a target on their backs. Husker took a sharp drink of the unlabeled bottle he's always seen carrying around. Though he drank it constantly he could barely even taste it, only feeling it go down his throat with the slight burn that was almost comforting u this point. He was snapped back to reality when he moved his hand too quick and the bottle fell out of his grasp.
"Well isn't that fucking peachy . ."
He groaned and grumbled under his breath as he began to clean up the mess, sopping up the liquor with a towel, mourning the loss of the booze, and sweeping up the shards the bottle broke into. As he was kneeling down, (which proceeded to injure his already throbbing and probably out of socket hip even more) he caught a glimpse of a photo that he had hidden under in the bars lowest cabinet. Though he didn't know if it survived the damage, but it didn't hurt to check. He grabbed it only to be met with the smiling, now slightly torn, faces of Pentious, him, Niffy, and Angel.
He let out a deep almost shaking breath he didn't know he was holding as he turned it over, the long forgotten words he scribbled down when he was out of his head that night with booze. 'Please don't let me lose them too.' His hand writing was messy and he couldn't make out the words at first glance, when he put it together he slammed the photo back into the cabinet and stood back up as his head spin slightly and his tail lashed from side to side.
He didn't need this now. He body was aching from the fight and he definitely didn't need anymore emotional turmoil to add to it. But when he saw the whiskey bottle that was infected with cherry juice he specifically kept for Pentious, because he knew he wouldn't be willing to drink anything else if it didn't have some type of juice in it. Along with he painted shot glass he made during Charlie's 'bonding time' with everyone in the hotel. Everything crashed down. The pure anger and fear that built up made every movement feel like it was ten times the the speed. He didn't know what he was doing until the shot glasses were in his and he was pouring the whiskey into the right one. He didn'ts stop himself as he poured the two shots and he body carried him to the painting of the snake. He sat in front of it, looking up and taking in every detail of it. Sir Pentious's Egg bois were scattered through the painting and Husker didn't even know he missed the annoying things until they weren't running around the halls speaking some bullshit about the shadow government or something.
He shakily rested the glasses down on the floor in front of the framed general. He closed his eyes for a minute as he tried to gather himself back together before he let his emotions get the better of him. Once Husker got himself together he opened his eyes and looked up at the painting.
"I know you wanted to help, you did well. But you should have saved yourself when you had the moment to instead of killing yourself for the people who might not even remember your name.'
He realized the left shot glass with sloppy card suits painted on it.
"But I will."
He downed the drink and set it down. Picking up the right glass which had little posh and steady eggs and gears scattered across the outer surface of the cup.
"And I won't let the others forget what you gave up either."
He downed that drink too, flipping the glass over and placing it beside the left one as he stood up and nodded his head in respect with his wings spread wide.
"You did damn well buddy."
He turned the bars lights off and walked back to his room, leaving the glasses where they were placed. He was ready to fall asleep and try to forget about the whole day and the upcoming hangover that he constantly battled.
In the end, no matter what he tried, no matter where he was placed, or how hard he tried.
He was forced to fin new drinking buddies every time.