songerein | [CLOSED] Food and Booze

Husk had barely said a thing since Alastor started chatting his ear off. But the thing is Husk would've opted to not pay attention to anything the radio demon douchebag said after around a couple minutes. Husk's instincts as a bartender really let him down, forcing him to pay attention to the entire damn conversation.

But whatever. They were apparently at this boozeden that Husk had wanted... needed. He crosses his arms as he walks alongside Alastor.

"I'll believe it when I fuckin' drink it."

Hell of a boozeden- or not given there were a few plant-like cats and very long bodied 'dragons' snoozing within view along vine covered rafters that had bright flower blooms along them. A few crescent shaped glowing berries hanging well within reach here and there from those same vines.

76 glanced up from the spot he had taken up behind the bar, cleaning a few of the glasses. On the shelf behind him was quite the collection of liquors and more- and a few things in mason jars that looked more like various galaxies in a range of glittering colors.

That was a voice he was familiar with—

"Well, can pull up a seat over hear then. Plenty of stools since it's one of those slow hours." Winged cat and Alastor. His head tipped- "Hey, Alastor."

"Hello there! Been a bit, hasn't it?" Alastor greeted cheerily. He motioned to the winged cat beside him. "Look at the cat our little dream world dragged in! Husker, this is 76! 76, this is Husk, one of my longtime companions back in Hell!"

He merrily nudged Husk over to the bar. He eagerly sat down on a stool, steepling his fingers.

"I told him that there was no finer place in Reverein to get a good drink!"

Upon being nudged, Husk briefly glared daggers at Alastor. But it's not like he'd pay any attention, let alone apologize. so Husk just let it go and takes a seat in a barstool himself, offering a lazy wave to... someone whose name is a number. Nice to see that someone is cruel enough to forego people having names and being reduced to a number.

"Nice to meet you."

White hair... That could possibly mean this human is in the same age range Husk was in when he had died. It's a little weird for Husk to be on the customer side of the bar. having gotten used to being the bartender. Nonetheless, his eyes flit over to the many bottles occupying the shelves.

"I'll have some whiskey... The whole bottle."

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"Pleasure- and yeah, has been a bit. You doing well?"

Speaking even while he moved, picking up a glass out of habit even as he picked up one of the whiskey bottles. He knew a mood like that well enough, and so the glass was set down alongside the bottle itself there in front of Husk.

"Also good to hear you still hold the place in high regard. Anything you're interested in yourself? Got some fresh meat in from the hunt this morning, and Fili dropped by a few things I'd asked her to smoke for me." His head tipped a little towards Husker, making it clear enough when his attention drifted from Alastor to him- "Same goes for you. Got some monthly specials, or anything we might have ingredients for.

"Added moonshine to the orderable drinks as well." Rather than just offering it on occasions like Bachler parties- or stumbling across him in the woods. "Incase the regular whisky doesn't do you good enough."

"Oh absolutely! I've just had a rather full larder myself with my own hunts. Lots of redcaps about. They breed almost like rats."

He snapped one of the menus over to himself to peruse it.

"How about two bowls of the beef stew? One for him and one for me. Also a side of something fresh if you don't mind. I'm curious to see what you picked up!"

Moonshine? Not bad.

Husk immediately ignores the glass and straight up picks the bottle up. The moment his hand touches it, he immediately feels more comfortable. He brings it up to his lips and gives the bottle a good chug. Damn. This is actually good whiskey. He got so used to all that cheap booze back at the hotel, it's like he almost forgot what good alcohol tastes like.

Upon Alastor ordering the two beef stews, Husk stops chugging and raises an eyebrow at him. The fuck is wrong with having shitty bar food? It sustained him very well thus far.

"...Fuck it. Beef stew's fine." It's something he hasn't had in a long time. "...And this is some damn good whisky."

"They do, but at the very least I haven't heard any of the farmers complaining, so means they've not managed to over populate again with that." No missing tools and the like, and 76 made pretty damn sure he knew what was going out around the farmlands. Things like that tended to hit them first.

Was still well within sight -and ear shot, of course- as he made a quick stop by the window that went into the kitchen. Soon enough there were two steaming bowls of beef stew being set down in front of either—

"Came across a blackberry buck, so we've got some seared venison in blackberry sauce if you're interested." And then there was a tap of where he had set the bottle before Husk took it, "Comes from a local distillery ran by a dwarf out of her warehouse along the river docks. She knows her way around whisky, that's for sure."

76, at the very least, knew how to make some good connections for what wasn't made in-house.

Alastor grinned. "You have me partially to blame for that. I do so enjoy the way they panic and scurry out of their holes when they see my shadow only to end up faced with me."

His ears twitched with interest at the venison.

"More than interested, my good fellow! Thank you!"

Alastor glanced sideways at Husk, giving him a smug grin. "I told you there was good alcohol here. And you thought I was funning you!"

Because you usually, do, asshole. But what the fuck ever. Husk won't respond to Alastor's comment. He takes a moment to give another swig to the whiskey bottle.

"I'll stick to the beef stew while the fuckin' cannibal remains a cannibal."

It's not an insult. Husk knows Alastor knows it's true and even embraces it. It's not something of a backhanded or unsubtle warning. Just a simple fact.

"Honestly good to know, gonna be moving out there eventually once the house gets built. Not having to worry to much about tools getting stolen will be a relief." So if the redcaps were getting prayed on, who was he to see it as a bad thing? Just how it was sometimes.

After so long here? He'd met all sorts.

76 did huff something that could have been a low chuckle- "Can say if you change your mind. I make boozey milkshakes for those that have a sweet tooth and want something more than what few mixed drinks I do know how to make."

Did duck completely into the kitchen after a brief salute towards Alastor to get started on the venison- "Want the rest of it rare outside of the searing, yeah?" Better to check than not.

Did 76 know he was a cannibal? Probably didn't matter in the long run. The man didn't look bothered by it.

Or he thought that a deer demon eating venison was cannibalism. Which it technically was.

"Please!" he called back. Then he took another bite of his stew, tapping his foot with pleasure as he chewed and swallowed. "I shouldn't be surprised that their stews are good as well. They're the ones who introduced me to ramen and curry."

He looked to Husk, grin widening. "So the alcohol passes your exacting standards, I take it?"

Husk finally gives Alastor a look. What the fuck kind of question is that? "It's booze... so yeah. It does." Really, Alastor? HOW long have you known Husk? HOW many times have you enticed him with the cheapest, shittiest alcohol ever?

Husk hadn't tried the beef stew yet. He'd been hesitating. Not because of the heat or anything. If this beef stew actually tastes good, then Husk will be forced to raise his standards for food. He's had a very long relationship with cheaply-made fries, popcorn, nachos, pretzels, and hot dogs for the past few decades.

But Husk doesn't also actually doesn't want to not eat this food. He should at least try it out before Alastor makes a point about giving Husk shit over this. So he takes a spoonful and sticks it in his mouth and... now, he can't help but smile. Some purring noises might also be made. Probably. Maybe. Shush.

"Damn, this shit's also good. I might hafta start eatin' here all the time."

At least there'd be no comment from 76 at the possible purring once he did come back from the kitchen. Plate of venison in blackberry sauce freshly seared, and a side of wild rice pilaf with bacon mixed in with it.

"Can get you a different side if you'd like, by the way. Got a few things roasting off in the oven still."

Settling right back behind the bar, picking up a glass as he picked up a different bottle of whiskey. Pouring himself a glass more for the taste than anything- "You'd be welcome to come as often as you like. Barter system around here-,but word of mouth that you like it works, too."

"And here I thought you enjoyed my cooking," Alastor lamented. He clicked his tongue. "See if I invite you over to dinner, you ingrate!"

Alastor turned to 76. "Thank you!"

He listened to the conversation between the two, chuckling at the mention of the barter system.

"There was an attempt to make a gold standard until it was discovered the gold in question had been stolen from the local dragons." Alastor snickered. "It's an unsaid unanimous decision not to make such an attempt again." He took a bite of the venison, ears twitching merrily at the flavor, before delicately chewing and swallowing. "Though given Orkili's reactor, there might be a potential trade in positively-charged items, particularly crystals. We dodged quite the bullet last time."

Husk briefly sticks a middle finger at Alastor. Fuck your cooking, he's got a new chef. And probably cooks better jambalaya than you do. This is what you get for always calling Husk a pet.

Jerk.

"Alastor gave me the idea of startin' a casino here. Told me about the lack of currency. For the time bein', dealin' in favors seems like the best type of thing to use as bettin' material. I might look into that crystal thing, but... eh."

"That bank is still abandoned to this day- what's left of it, anyway." Most left it there as that very loudly unspoken reminder. Lesson learned, so he hoped. Taking a sip from his glass of whisky, not even bothering with ice-

"They still mine those in the various cavern systems we've stumbled across and the dwarves keep track of, right? The crystals, I mean." Unless there was another sort he missed out on between dealing with his own issues when it came to too much of a certain energy type. "But yeah, favors may be your best bet for now. Even I accept them as payment from some folks who don't want to pitch in to some of the work in the Harvest itself."

Wow, rude, Husk. Alastor supposed you didn't want gumbo and beignets either then. More for him and his new roommate!

"You know, Husker, that might be an interesting location for a casino. If nothing else, it already has security built into it." Alastor's grin widened. "That and what a hilarious setting that would be for gambling. After all, investment is just gambling under a more socially-acceptable name."

And considering how the stock market crashed back in 1929, it was like a gambler who'd bet every last penny and lost it all in an instant. Alastor so enjoyed a bit of irony.

"Speaking of our tab," Alastor began after taking another bite of truly delicious stew, "I could wash the dishes while you talk things over with Husker here. Or perhaps there's something you need done in the kitchen."

He looked down as something rubbed against his leg, face lighting up at the sight of a little kitten seemingly made of cherry blossoms. It was very tempting to swoop down and scoop the little darling up. (At least one cat would appreciate scritches!)

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...You know what, Husk is fine not getting your gumbo or beignets. After all, there's much cheaper junk he can sustain himself on. A jar of peanuts could properly sustain him for a couple of days. And also thanks for offering to work off the tab for Husk. He's booked solid for the next few months of Doing Nothing And Not Giving A Shit.

Husk can't help but show off a smirk upon the irony. It's so tempting to turn the former bank into a casino. Plus, it'd be easier, too, if security comes prebuilt.

"Sounds like a plan, boss." A beat. "Alastor."

Damnit. Husk had gotten way too used to calling Alastor his boss.

That cherry blossom kitten was more than pleased with the attention as she still rubbed and purred; petal-like wings fluttering as the purring started. A few others were around of course, including the first cherry blossom kitten that was napping off in the rafters amongst a few blooming vines.

Which more or less meant Alastor had sweet company in the one that had noticed him. Full of purrs.

76 idly swirled what whisky was still in his glass- "Won't say no to any help in the kitchen, just me back there lately," which was still a tender spot there. Susato's company had been enjoyed well, helped each other. "If it wouldn't be much trouble, could you check on the roast? It's a fresh corned beef and vegetables roasting off with it. Don't doubt it could do with some basting in its juices- once you're done with your own meal of course, Alastor."

No rush, given he was going low and slow to keep that mean juicy and tender.

"What doesn't get sliced up and served makes a pretty good stew."

...Why do you hurt Alastor's soul like this, Husk? What did he ever do to -- ~~okay, can't even finish typing that with a straight face.~~

Alastor didn't react to the switch in address. Honestly, he'd never told Husk to call him "Boss". He'd always seen it as one of Husk's little quirks. One more thing that made Husk Husk.

"Why, I'd be happy to, my good fellow!" Alastor said cheerily. "And I must say I agree if this stew is anything to go by! And the venison is delightful! Sometimes it's good to leave one's own kitchen to get spoiled at someone else's!"

Alastor briefly leaned down to give the little cherry blossom kitten a scratch under the chin, happy with the purring.

Husk takes a moment to glance at what Alastor is paying attention to and...

God damnit.

Husk sighs and returns to his beef stew, his cat ears lowering instinctively, preparing for the inevitable humiliation that Alastor is going to inflict on him. And right in front of someone else. Alastor has seen a cat and Husk just knows, HE KNOWS, that Alastor will try to scritch his ears or something. All conversation or words Husk had just fade away as he mentally prepares himself.

Just... get this over with, radio demon. Get this over so he can down a few more bottles of booze in under 10 minutes.

"Was a trick my Ma taught me, reason we had dinner nights set up as they were at times. Some left overs perfect to add to soups or stews," or wouldn't have much to work with if some months were a lot slower than others when it came to the farm. She and his father definitely worked hard to keep food on the table, that was for sure.

A slow sip- "The blackberry tastes goes all through the meat, and the berries grow from vines around antlers- thinking they'd make a good sausage with that, too." Of course Alastor wasn't wrong either- reason Reaper tended to take him out at times for food rather than dining in at the Harvest.

The cherry blossom kitten was all too happy to lean into the scritches, purring louder. Most of the critters that roamed the Wild Harvest enjoyed the bit of attention after all- still, 76 did raise an eyebrow when he noticed Husk's body language and- ah. Nevertheless, that kitten itself was blissfully unaware—

"That one's still learning to use her wings."

"Indeed! Did your mother also boil the bones to get the last bits of marrow out? Marrow broth is always quite delightful!"

He continued scratching the kitten, folding over in half to ensure he could scratch the top of her head and her chin at the same time.

Now Husk wasn't entirely incorrect that Alastor would make some jibe about Husk himself being a cat. He did so love their back-and-forths where he'd tease Husk and the cat would get all flustered with annoyance! All in good fun!

However, Husk was potentially going to be discussing business. Now was not the time for playful joking around.

Instead, Alastor said, "A shame KeeKee isn't here. She could probably teach this little one a thing or two." He paused in thought. "Though she doesn't need wings to fly so perhaps she wouldn't be as helpful as I think she'd be. I thought about summoning her here a few times, particularly after I managed to bring Fat Nuggets here for Angel, but I think she'd be unhappy with Charlie."

"Yeah, well, go-"

Those three words were the only ones to escape Husk's mouth before his brain caught up with what Alastor said. Instead of finishing the scathing remark he had planned, Husk's ears perked up and he froze and looked over to Alastor with raised eyebrows and confusion on his face.

That... Alastor missed a good opportunity to annoy the shit out of him. He'd... he'd never do that.

"Uuh, Alastor? You alright?"

Husk can't help but lamely ask the question. This is... what?

"She did, one of the basic stocks she taught me to make since from there you can build up into some of the richest broths imaginable. Bone broth can keep for a while n the freezer after all."

His head tipped a bit, arm rested against the bar counter as he leaned there easily, a soft hum there. "Got a cherry blossom cat that's nearly a year older that might be able to help, and then there's Blue- but she might be a little too much for such a small kitten. That blue dragon that lounges in the branches of the tree this is all built into? She came through that well herself."

Was still watching Husk from the corner of his vision, built up and then- what was expected not coming, by the looks of it.

The kitten was all too happy to keep there, those petal-like wings fluttering and purrs only growing louder. Stretching upwards a bit to push more against Alastor's scritches. That was the good stuff for a kitty right there.

"Hmm?" Alastor glanced up at Husk, still scratching the kitten. "Quite fine. Why do you ask?"

All right, that was a slight exaggeration given the massive scar across his chest but he wasn't in pain right now. He certainly hadn't told Husk about the massive injury he'd received from Adam.

Then the kitten distracted him again. His ears twitched merrily as he continued scratching.

"You're a good girl, aren't you?" he asked the little pink fluffball. "Don't know what you're good for, but you're good!"

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Husk furrows his brow a little. "You didn't take an..."

Husk pauses and considers his options. One one hand, this is weird. On the other, explaining his worry could invite Alastor to tease and humiliate him. And between being humiliated and not being humiliated? Not being humiliated wins out.

"Aeh, nevermind." Husk will silently return to his beef stew and attempt to return to what his train of thought was going to be before getting interrupted by Alastor and the kitty.

There was that happy flutter of wings that was enough to have the cherry blossom kitten hover just a tiny bit, the purrs sounding as if they came from a cat three times her size- "Surprisingly? The presence of her and the others seems to encourage plants to grow and bloom a bit quicker than normal."

76 gestured towards the flowering vines around the fasters and support beams, even reaching up to pluck one of the nearby glowing crescent shaped berries. The glowing persisted even as he held it between two fingers.

"Hands for herb gardens and the like." While also being affectionate and full of purr.

He'd been about to ask what Husk was concerned about but then the large cat dropped it. Well, he could ask later if necessary.

"Really now?" Alastor was intrigued. "Well, aren't you a talented little thing?"

At the rate he was going with his scritches, that little kitten was going to learn to fly just to get all the scratches she could want.

And Husk will refuse to answer later. You'd have to command him to, but Husk knows you aren't that curious. Husk turns his attention to 76.

"...Well, at least you got some help here instead of havin' to run this place all by yourself and have people bitch to you all the time."

Husk chugs the whiskey for a moment.

"I was a bartender myself before bein' bought here. Might help you out while makin' my casino."

"She might smell a little bit of rosemary since I catch her napping in the herb garden. Really, been flourishing with her there." It was a little bit funny and... part of how 76 figured that out. Cherry blossom and rosemary scented kitten.

With a sweet little mew there with thunderous purrs, keeping that hover if it meant more attention.

76 re-filled his own glass with a bit more whisky, bottle set back down as his attention fell on Husk.

"I'm mainly in the kitchen as the cook, with a few others up front. I only take over when there's not a food rush, but it helps that there's someone here who will pick up and toss someone out if they do bitch too much." Reaper was very good with that.

Still, that was a thought-

"If you do help bartend here, I can help you with any construction needs- I've got good connections for lumber and the like; I'm no stranger to heavy lifting and manual labor either. Actually helped our last bar tender open up her own place some months back," and Tifa was doing well. He visited often enough. "Advertised for it, too."

"Perhaps she's telling you her name: She certainly looks like a 'Rosie' to me!"

If nothing else, the kitten being indirectly named after his longtime friend in Cannibal Town would amuse him.

However, if he wanted to finish his food while it was still warm, he would need to free up at least one hand to eat.

"Sorry, my dear, but I need to stop for a bit."

As he straightened up, he said, "You know you and Miss Tifa can always advertise on my radio program. Not that I don't recommend you two already."

Throwing out the people...? Husk sees that as a bad judgement call.

"Nah, I wouldn't go that far. The hotel I work for back at Hell is to redeem sinners. Called 'Hazbin Hotel'. Throwin' them out won't help one bit on whatever fuckin' path of redemption Charlie wants them to be on. Sometimes...? They just need someone to lend an ear... someone to show that they're on their side. Someone not judgemental. ...Just as long as they're real with you and not puttin' on some bullshit act."

Husk flits his eyes on over to Alastor after having some more beef stew. "I suppose you'll also help advertise my casino once I get it up and runnin'." It just seems like something Alastor would do.

"Rosie, huh? Don't see why not, and it might stick with her as much as the scent of rosemary does." Rosie the cherry blossom kitten it would be.

That kitten was likely to remain nearby, curiosity piqued, but clearly smart enough to not be underfoot while doing so.

76 hummed a little- "Always appreciate the recommendation as well, Alastor. It was more around when she first opened- still have some old flyers from then that we made for it." Something kept on hand just out of fondness, too.

There was a tip of his glass towards Husk then, briefly. "We kick out the violent drunks, just for the safety of those working here and other customers. More so if they attack someone in here, and at least it's only happened a couple of times. The bitching bit was a joke.

"Most tend to honestly behave, and when they actually want an ear they get it. Got the garden they can sit in for a bit of privacy, too."

"Oh absolutely!" Alastor told Husk. He placed a hand proudly to his chest. "I'm the most popular radio host in Reverein!" His grin widened. "And believe it or not, there are others in this world."

He waved off 76's gratitude. "Keep cooking as well as you do, and I'll happily keep recommending you! Even if it means I have to fight a crowd, you having a steady stream of customers means I still get to enjoy your food from time to time. Mutually-beneficial!"

Husk blinks and whips his head to look at Alastor again. "...Another fuckin' radio host...? I'm surprised you didn't eat them yet."

Husk knows Alastor hates being touched. He knows Alastor must first initiate the touching. Sorry, Alastor, but Husk is moving to put a paw on your forehead to make sure you're okay. Because this isn't really like you.

"You sure you're okay?"

76 took a very slow sip of his whiskey, simply taking in how to the interacted- mostly on Husk, really. Alastor was acting as 'normal' as he seemed to, but that was only as far as 76 had which was probably limited. Talking food, drink- being at that Bachler party.

Wasn't hard to make that assumption that there were some difference and things he was missing.

"Mutually beneficial is the best way to be around here." Hm, "Though I guess I'll have to take time off from the Harvest after my wedding."

Genuine worry from the Vegas aesthetic guy, huh.

Alastor's ears went backwards in irritation, body leaning back and even his neck snapping back to stay out of range of Husk's paw.

"I never barred anyone from performing over the radio in Hell! It's just nobody wanted to! Apparently not even after my little sabbatical!"

He rotated his head around despite the already awkward position to look at 76, smile cheering someone and his ears pricking back up.

"Ah, so you're to be the latest victim of holy matrimony! Should I offer my condolences?"

He was teasing. Mostly.

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Husk inwardly huffs as Alastor makes it impossible to make sure he doesn't have a fever or something. Why can't other people want to make sure you're okay? Husk just wants to help.

"I mean... You are very possessive over your property." Husk should know. He's been owned by you for HOW many years, Alastor?

"I wouldn't think you'd be willin' to share your radio tower."

Husk will mull this over in his head, but first, he'll take a nice, long chug from his whiskey bottle.

Really, was something just watching the two of them- while reaffirming that Alastor did not like touch unless he initiated it.

Guy really must've made a hell of a reputation for himself.

76 did pull up the hidden stool behind the bar, letting himself take a seat for the moment since there was no rush to keep to his feet for. The bit of a break would be good for him- or something like that. Still a concept he was getting used to after all his time here.

"Depends on if you know Reaper or not, and even then some might offer both." The fact that the man had proposed to him on Halloween, on this very bar counter, during the Wild Harvest's Halloween Party.

"Still surprised he asked at all."

Did pause briefly, head tipping Husk's way-

"By the way, you get a free sampling of Dream Honeyshine if you're interested. Stronger stuff than what you've got in hand now," a little gesture towards the jars that held those colorful and galaxy-like glowing liquid behind the bar as well. "My own recipe, hobby I picked up since most normal stuff is like sipping at water."

"We fought each other once!" Alastor chirped merrily. "Those guns of his might not be angelic but they certainly stung when they grazed me! I wouldn't want him to get a solid hit with them! It was quite fun!"

Alastor had twisted ideas of fun.

He recognized the Dream Honeyshine. It'd been what had gotten him utterly blasted at Eustace's bachelor party. He could warn Husk but...nah.

Though he was going to wait for when Husk was too far into drinking that he couldn't quickly stop himself without choking before idly twirling his own glass and saying, "Though for the record, Husker, the radio tower here isn't mine."

Husk immediately spat out his drink, coughing after, when Alastor said the radio tower wasn't his. That had to be bullshit and Husk knows it. After a moment, Husk did recover from the coughing. But before he could voice his skepticism, he realized just WHO he spat the whiskey on.

Goddamnit. Alastor.

Husk knew what's coming. The punishment won't be as big as... well, having to scream on radio, but Husk would still hate it and made a glare at Alastor that was a mixture of resignation and 'Don't you fucking dare'.

Without turning to face 76, Husk spoke in a low growl. "...If what you say about that moonshine is true... I might fuckin' need it."

Fuck Husk's life.

There was a gruff laugh- "Don't I know it- took a side full of one of those shots when he got me from behind back home. Those things are nasty and even managed to keep my sped up healing factor at bay." Not that 76 would say it had been fun but- well.

Some things between Reaper and himself were complicated, and yet here they were. Their spars these days did not usually get into them shooting at each other these days at least.

He did wince just a little at the spray of whisky and just sat his own glass down, setting both a clean cloth there on the bar top within Alastor's reach if he needed it, while also picking up one of the smaller jars. Still the size of a larger drinking glass, the sparkling/glowing liquid within a mix that held various shades of orange and red along with black that didn't mix with movement, setting that down within Husk's reach.

"Here."

"Thank you!"

Alastor leaned towards Husk just enough so that the vast majority of spat whiskey ended up on the feline when he proceeded to spin his head around like someone put a scene from The Exorcist on fast forward. He then finished dabbing what was left on himself off and wiped off what ended up on the bar with the cloth.

Grinning playfully, he reached out to start petting Husk under the pretext of wiping off the whiskey.

"You should be more careful, old friend!"

Aaaaaand there it is. The petting. Every instinct Husk has right now is to swat Alastor's hand away, but Husk knows that will only make this punishment longer and more embarrassing. It'll be easier and quicker to just let it happen, so all Husk does is ball his paws up into fists. A purring noise does come that Husk tries to suppress.

But once the petting ends, Alastor can damn well be sure Husk is going to grab that glass of glowing liquid and down it as fast as possible.

...Damn. That's actually some pretty good stuff. Huh!

76 settled back on that stool behind the counter, refilling his own glass of whisky before taking a slow sip, idly looking the two over- just a brief moment. About as long as that sip took.

"You're welcome to another drink yourself, Alastor- or anything else as a sweet or non-sweet dessert if you feel like it." May as well offer, given it was the polite way to go about it. That and he did like to ensure folks were satisfied and not left hungry.

"Even if it's just re-fills for either of you; food or drink."

"I'll take you up on that but only after I check on that roast of yours like we agreed and clean these up!"

Alastor sprang to his feet, picking up his empty dishes and heading towards the kitchen.

"I'll leave you two to discuss the finer points of brewing. I'm afraid my interests in it only lies in the flavor."

[CLOSED] Food and Booze

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Sorry for the delay. My brain peaced out all of yesterday

It's okay!

The RL Hell Stress Be Real _(:з)∠)_

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