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It had been a long day for Angel. Val had called him last minute for a shoot and he was definitely going to feel it tomorrow.
“Goddamn Val…” Angel muttered as he walked through the doors of the hotel. “Fuckin’ last minute gangbang…”
Like usual, he immediately headed for the bar. “Hey Whiskers, ya miss me~?” He desperately needed a drink after work, but teasing Husk was also a bonus.
Husk simply groaned and rolled his eyes, still polishing one of the glasses.
Angel snickered before speaking again, “Pour me somethin’. You can surprise me, just make it strong.”
“You got it, Legs.” Husk replied before going to work.
Angel scrolled through his phone as he waited. As usual, Valentino was blowing up his phone with texts and voicemails, saying goodnight and then cussing him out for not responding quick enough. It felt like that drink couldn’t be ready quick enough.
“Here you go.” Husk said, sliding the glass across the counter.
Angel jolted a little at the sudden interruption before chuckling. “Thanks, toots.”
Husk huffed again at being called any sort of nickname.
Both of them started drinking, Angel from his glass and Husk straight from the bottle. Angel was by no means a lightweight, but the drink was so strong he began to get tipsy.
“Hey, Husky…” Angel began, his words slightly slurred. “Che ne dici di portare quella bottiglia nella mia stanza~?”
“The fuck?” Husk retorted, absolutely dumbfounded. “Legs, I don’t understand a damn word of what you just said.”
Angel giggled drunkenly. “Voglio solo accarezzare quelle adorabili orecchie soffici~!”
He then reached for another glass, but Husk grabbed his wrist. “You’ve had enough, I’m cutting you off. You’re speaking gibberish now.”
Husk walked around the counter and picked up Angel bridal style, despite the nearly comical height difference.
Angel simple stared up at Husk lovingly while in his arms, his drunken mumbling not ceasing.
“Pussycat…” he started, “Se vado a letto, mi coccolerai?”
Husk chuckled, “I dunno what the fuck you’re saying, Legs. But don’t call me that.”
Although Husk hated being called anything other than his actual name, he couldn’t help but be amused by this situation.
The both of them reached Angel’s room. Husk nudged the door open with his foot, and Fat Nuggets came running over.
“Oh, calm down.” Husk said. “Your dad’s fine.”
Angel’s eyes brightened up, “Nuggsy!”
“Yeah, yeah,” Husk remarked as he laid Angel down on his bed, “Now go the fuck to sleep.”
Angel pouted, pulling Husk onto the bed with him. “Coccole…” he mumbled in a drunken, sleepy tone.
“Still no idea what you’re saying,” Husk commented, wrapping his arm around Angel, “But I can take a guess.”
Angel hummed happily. “Notte notte…”
Husk chuckled, “English please?”
Angel grumbled before saying, “Night night, Whiskers…”
Angel closed his eyes right as Husk responded.
“Buona notte, Angel…”