Today was a mixed bag
Oct. 4th, 2024 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessIt started out badly. I called home to see if Mom was feeling any better only to find out my brother was in the hospital secondary to his autoimmune issues (He's okay, probably home tomorrow). And then my legs went numb and I nearly fell exactly where I fell last time. Luckily I caught myself this time but all the muscles are sore.
Made it to my own doctor's appt for the knee. After talking with him about the physical therapy where I did it all, for an hour at a clip without symptoms yet was symptomatic upon walking across the parking lot to the clinic, he thinks (I agree) that it's much more likely stemming from my back and not from my stent which...isn't the best news. A stent can be replaced, pressure on nerves is much touchier. They weren't keen on me leaving as my blood pressure was only 104/61 and i'm like dudes, I'm fine. This is after nearly falling AND driving an hour.
From there I finally went back to Hopewell Culture National Historical Park which I haven't gone in years in spite of it being like 2 miles from where I am all the damn time. This is a mound site. It is interesting to look at but again, not striking, not really until you realize how much earth these people moved. (Also got bunnied for a story there learning they built at WWI military camp on the site and nearly destroyed it all) I wandered there for an hour.
Hit all the stores. This Big Lots still had all the big animatronics but where am I going to store that? I didn't know so I didn't buy. TJ Maxx was 100% Christmas decorations all ready with what was left of halloween heaped on one table (not on sale) Spirit Halloween did replenish their spooky dolls (they were about out when I was there last week) but then the price was more than I wanted to pay so...
I did write a thing that filled SO many of my open challenges. It's the first of the whumptober ones I wrote (I am not that moved by it this year) This isn't all that whumpy either but eh, someone's bleeding. Close enough.
Title: Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers
Summary: Angel was looking forward to his shopping trip with the visiting Fizzarolli but then his brother crashed the party, seeking a better relationship after seeing Angel fighting off the exorcist angels and realizing he’d nearly lost his chance. Poor Husk gets roped into the impending disaster which goes far worse than any of them could guess when some sinners see two celebrities on the street and dollar signs flash in their eyes.
Author Note - This was written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The words were Alley, Social, Undertake, Stepstool, Ladder & Railroad for whumptober 2024’s prompt #15 childhood trauma – I did good right?, for allbingo’s prompt of Silence of the hams and for the lyrical titles prompt of Song with multiple singers on the track and I used Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers by ZZ Top
“Have I come at a bad time?” Arackniss stood in the doorway as Niffty buzzed around the lobby with her feather duster.
“It’s you, so I’m going with every day is a bad time.” Angel paused in helping Husk cleaning the glasses. “Why are you here, Niss?” Ever since his brother had seen him on the news fighting angels, Arackniss kept coming around, maybe hoping to repair their relationship. He hadn’t said so outright but Angel half dreaded the idea and half hoped it might be true.
Arackniss strolled to the bar. “I was hoping you could spend a little time with me. I have nothing pressing to do and I called the studio. They said you were off for a few days.”
Angel tossed his rag aside. “You called the studio?”
“You’re usually there.” He shrugged. He pointed to Niffty who had pulled a stepstool over to the mantle but was still struggling to clean its heights. “Is she always so frantically cleaning?”
“Niffty? Always,” Husk said.
“And I’m not at the studio because we’re getting a visitor here and he likes to see me. Even Valentino doesn’t tell him no.” Angel smirked slightly. “I have an outing planned for today and a big thing for tomorrow but you can come with if you want.”
Husk snorted at that and Angel tossed the cleaning rag at him. If Arackniss wanted to be part of his life again, then he’d have to adjust to what that life entailed. Husk, however, had been forewarned and begged off. His loss, the afternoon Angel was about to undertake should be a blast. He’d been saving up for it.
“You coming with him?” Arackniss asked Husk.
“He’s got an enormous shopping trip planned. Thanks but no.”
Arackniss’s eight eyes popped open wide as a Looney Tunes character and Angel couldn’t swallowed his laugh. “Aww, fuck.”
“You wanted to spend time with me.” Angel wagged a finger at him. “That’s what I’m doing today with a special guest that Lucifer himself would be very disappointed if I blew off so yeah, shopping.”
“Please, Husk, come with us. I’ll need someone sane to talk to.” Arackniss leaned on the bar that he could barely see over. Angel loved that Arackniss thought Husk was sane or even friendly towards him since he had only met him twice. Then again they might have known each other from Husk’s overlord days. Angel hadn’t thought to ask.
“Have you been shopping with your brother? Do you hate me?”
“Hey!” Just for that, their next date night was going to be online shopping since he didn’t dare go out alone with Husk in fear of being picked up by VoxTek and Valentino finding out.
“I will buy you Ozzie’s Reserved Bourbon that’s only sold to collectors and his club,” Arackniss offered. “Just for you. You don’t have to leave it here at the bar.”
Husk visibly weighed his options and then groaned. “Fine, but I still feel like you owe me.”
“Really?”
“Yes, how about you throw in and help clean?” Husk suggested.
“We need to dust everything,” Niffty said, pointing to the top of the bar and its grotesque skeletal poles.
“You’ll have to fetch a ladder for him to reach.” Angel snickered.
“Oh fuck you, Anthony.” Arackniss scowled. “I don’t want to dust.”
“Okay then you take over my next task. After all, I can actually reach the dustable areas in question.” Angel whistled and Fat Nuggets came running. He scooped his baby up and spread the cleaning rag on the bar. He deposited Nuggs on it. “Fat Nuggets is coming with us so you can oil him up in his special blend and I’ll even let you pick out his outfit for the day.”
Arackniss eyed him like he had grown a second head. “Are you insane?”
“And this is why I told you you still owe me.”
“This would be easier if I just came back another day.”
“Hell no, you committed us both to this. You’re staying.” Husk pointed a bottle at him.
“I’m not oiling a pig.” Arackniss crossed all his arms. “Why do you even own walking bacon?”
Angel gasped and put his hands over Nuggets’ ears. “Don’t listen to Uncle Nissy. He’s awful, baby.”
Curling his lip, Arackniss took off his bow tie, followed by the jacket. “Give me a duster.”
Niffty nipped over with one and Arackniss hopped up on the bar. He started dusting. Husk went back to polishing glassware and Angel pulled out the bottle of oil and started rubbing it into Fat Nuggets warm skin while dropping sweet nothings into his baby’s ears until he felt eyes on him.
He looked up into Arackniss’s face. “What?”
“Just imagining if you had done what Papi wanted and had kids like me. They’d have been the most spoiled brats on the planet.”
Husk nearly blew out his teeth trying to hold back the laughter.
“Ignore everyone, Nuggsie. Some of them weren’t loved enough as children. They know nothing.”
“I know you’re insane,” Arackniss said as someone knocked on the door.
Angel glanced over. A huge shadow darkened the windows next to the door. “Damn, he’s early. Niffty, go tell Charlie and Lucifer. Arackniss, get your jacket back on. It’s show time and I’m not even dressed yet,” he whined.
“What is happening?” Picking up on Angel’s urgency, Arackniss hopped off the bar, tossing the duster behind it.
“I guess I’m the concierge today.” Husk sighed and went to answer the door.
“Again, what is happening?” Arackniss threw on his jacket and started retying his bowtie.
An imp in a jester costume sashayed in with three weird little creatures on leashes. Behind him, a brightly colored behemoth squeezed through the door. Arackniss grabbed Angel’s wrist.
“Holy shit, that’s a deadly sin, right? Asmodeus?” Arackniss’s jaw dropped. “And that’s Fizzarolli, the one Mammon floods the doll market with?”
Angel narrowed his eyes. “Why do you even know about the sex doll market?”
“Because our cousin Giacomo is an aficionado.” Arackniss made a face. “Do you know he buys the cheap knock off ones of you and uses them as target practice?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic. I love my family.” Angel rubbed his forehead and hopped off the stool. “Fizz! Ozzie!”
Fizzarolli gave Angel a big hug, his quieves tangling them up in their leashes. He rubbed his tail against Angel’s legs as they traded dual cheek kisses. “Angel, it’s been too long.”
“I know and I’m not even dressed yet. Asmodeus, Niffty has gone to get Lord Lucifer and Charlie but is there anything we can do for you in the meantime?”
“Come here and give me some sugar.” Asmodeus flung out his arms and Angel bounced into them. Their long tongues danced together before Asmodeus let him go. “How is my favorite movie star?”
“A little dusty and not quite ready for my outing, sorry.”
“No worries, we’re early,” Asmodeus said.
“Let me introduce you. Guys, I’m sure you know who these two are. Ozzie, Fizz, this is Husk our bartender and my brother, Arackniss, an overlord usually in the industrial side of town.”
Everyone said their polite hellos. Angel clasped Fizzarolli on the shoulder. “If you want anything, Husk will be happy to serve it up. I’m sure Lord Lucifer and Charlie will be in to see you in a minute, Ozzie. I need to go change. I’m not being seen out looking like this.”
“I should think not, not when I know how dashing you can be,” Fizzarolli said.
“Back in sec! Husk once you get them settled, go find a shirt if you’re coming with us.”
Angel darted up the stairs, his brother scurrying after him, struggling to keep up on his tiny twig legs. He didn’t even slow down until he skidded into Angel’s abode. Arackniss scanned the room.
“Somehow this is exactly what I was expecting but holy hell, Tony! That’s a deadly sin!”
Angel laughed, stripping as he ran to the bathroom for some hair oil. He didn’t have time to shower but he could still glow and smell good. “I’m aware, Nissy.” He brought the bottle out, sat at his vanity and started rubbing the oil into his fluff. “Want some of this?”
“No. Are you just going to sit there naked?”
“If you recall, I didn’t invite you in here. Deal with it.”
“A deadly sin and you freaking tongued him! Tony, are you…are you fucking a deadly sin?” Arackniss asked in shock and maybe a touch impressed.
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You just sucked his tongue a foot down your own throat. How much more telling is there to do?”
“Draw your own conclusions then.”
Arackniss beetled his brow. “And in front of Husk. Isn’t he….”
“Anything he is, is deeply secret for everyone’s safety.” Angel leveled a fierce look at his brother who nodded, getting it. “And he knows Ozzie is one of my biggest fans. The big to-do tomorrow is me entertaining Ozzie. He has a night out on the town planned for me, Fizz and Lucifer. Besides, Husk and I aren’t our own men, we belong to someone. It ain’t easy being me, Niss, and there are people I don’t dare offend. Ozzie isn’t bad at all. Hell he even hates Valentino because he’s all about forced lust with Val. Ozzie will be the first to tell you lust should never be forced. It’s a gift and consent is sexy.” He waggled the oil jar. “You sure you don’t want a glow up?”
“I’m fine, Mr. Naked and Shiny.”
“Eh, you’ll just waste it and smell like an ashtray anyhow.” Angel stood and wiped his hands in his thick mop of hair giving it a quick styling. He fished delicate petal pink panties out of a drawer and pulled them on. “Happy now?”
“Not even close.”
Angel snorted and took a deep red velvet bowtie with gold filigree holding the center together, encrusted with rhinestone out of another drawer. He reached for his brother’s spiderweb bowtie and Arackniss backed off.
“Put this on. We’re going fancy places.”
With a put upon sigh, Arackniss exchanged bowties. Angel pulled on a gold velvet dress with a corseted waist. He turned around, “Make this easy on me. Tie me up.”
“You think I know how this works?”
“Nissy, if I can do it without looking you can do it with eight eyes on the task.”
Another put upon sigh later, Arackniss had him corseted in and Angel got adorable little golden vest for Fat Nuggets and his rhinestone collar and leash. He pulled a gold and black paisley bowtie from his collection and when they got back downstairs, he handed it off to Husk who had found a shirt.
“Just do it, he’s in a mood.” Arackniss said when Husk hesitated.
“Ignore my brother if you can, Fizz, he’s anti-social. Papi kept him on a chain in the yard.”
“Did he?” Fizz asked with huge eyes.
“No…but he did chain us both in the basement more than once.” A slight shiver ran through Arackniss at the memory. Angel mirrored it.
“Appalling,” Asmodeus said. “Fizzy-Frog, are you sure you want to go? I could send guards with you. Remember, you don’t actually like being outside much.”
“It’s fine, Ozzie. Angel’s with me. Anyone strong enough to take on exorcist angels can handle rabid fans.” Fizzarolli waved him off.
“And you were taken by the mafia the last time you went out alone,” Asmodeus fretted.
“No worries, Ozzie. My brother and I were made men in the mafia.” Angel clapped Arackniss on the shoulder. “We can handle that. And Husk can make dice and playing cards into exploding weapons. We’re good.”
“See?” Fizzarolli said. He gave Ozzie’s cheek a peck. “You talk to Lucifer. We’re going to have fun.”
Arackniss looked ready to argue so Angel slapped Fat Nuggets’ leash in his hand and propelled him toward the door. It was going to be a fun day.
# # #
“My wife bought less when I’d treat her to a trip to Fifth Avenue,” Arackniss moaned to Husk. “And she made me carry packages then too.” He rattled the shopping bags he had. Husk was similarly burdened as Fizzarolli and Angel concentrated on walking their pets.
“I’ll remind you that you insisted on barging into my trip,” Angel called merrily.
“And threw me under the bus,” Husk groaned.
“I want to check out that sex shop.” Fizzarolli pointed to one at the far end of the street. “They’re supposed to be selling our product but at the prices I’ve been hearing about, I’m betting they’re knock offs. I’m not having it.”
“No problem. I never shop at that one. Their stuff is crap,” Angel said, tossing a treat to distract Fat Nuggets who was a bit too interested in a passer-by.
“And Arackniss, I’m up for hearing more young Tony stories.” Fizzarolli danced his eyebrows at Angel who groaned. Arackniss had been telling tales half the afternoon. At this rate he’d have no secrets left.
“Seconded.” Husk smirked, savoring sweet revenge for being forced to shop.
“Oh gladly. So we had an aunt who lived upstate and she had a few acres of land which was a freaking kingdom to us, living in Brooklyn. Whenever things got a little…warm shall we say and our father needed to lay low, he’d take us there to visit with his sister. At the edge of her property was a railroad.”
“You tell this story and my big spider paws are going to kick your tiny junk into orbit,” Angel warned.
Arackniss snorted and lit up. “For one, there’s nothing tiny about my junk.”
“Everything is tiny about you,” Angel protested but Arackniss rolled right over him.
“Secondly, I will shoot you in your face and watch you respawn.”
“I see what you mean about not being socialized.” Fizzarolli shuddered. He adjusted his sparkling sunglasses.
“And he wonders why I cut him out of my life years ago and why I’m not too sure about letting him back in now.” Angel eyed Arackniss from under his own rhinestone studded glasses.
“As I was saying-”
“Here is more childhood trauma.” Angel moaned.
Arackniss took a long drag as they paused on the street for Fizzarolli’s quieves to sniff a lamppost. “There was this railroad at the edge of the property but sounds were different out there than they were in the city, somehow bigger, distorted you know? We had this cousin, Nico, who was like a year older than me and the first time we heard the train at night it really spooked us all. So Nico got the big idea to tell us it was a ghost. He told me the truth, roped me into convincing Tony and Molly it was a ghost coming for them. Tony was so scared he slept under the covers clinging to me like a second skin for a week so it did backfire on me.”
“And then Nico told our father about it and Papi made me camp by myself next to the track,” Angel huffed.
“It was safe enough,” Arackniss said.
“I was six,” Angel snapped. “I had to stay in a tent by the train tracks for days until Mom found out. She and out auntie had gone to stay with friends for a few days in Sleepy Hollow.”
“Your father is a piece of work,” Husk said.
“He’s here in hell. If you want to go smash Henroin’s face in, you won’t catch me stopping you,” Angel huffed.
Arackniss rolled his shoulders. “Me either.”
“See! I told you both sluts were on the street!” Someone shouted.
A pack of six, burly, horned devil-looking sinners advanced on them.
“Get ‘em and waste the little ones. They ain’t worth our time but those two’s owners will pay handsomely to get them back.”
“Who you calling little!” Arackniss snarle.d
“Not this shit again,” Fizzarolli cried. “And I’m a performer, not a slut.”
“Yeah, I’m the slut, get it right,” Angel said, flexing his arms. His tommy guns magicked their way into his hands as did Arackniss’s. Electricity crackled around Husk as he charged up his playing cards and dice.
“Hide,” Angel said, thrusting Fat Nugget’s leash into Fizzarolli’s hand. He shoved Fizz with all the animals into an alley for cover. “And I’m tired of dumbfucks thinking me be a gay lusty lad means I’m some weakling.”
Angel shot the closet one without a second thought. Bullets and exploding cards and dice flew. He hoped Fizz was staying hidden in the alley because he was so not a combatant. Pain lanced through his shoulder, knocking him around. He let out a painfilled yelp. Another bullet creased his upper arm and Angel tripped over some junk in the mouth of the alley, going down. Gross alley water soaked into his dress. The alley darkened as the largest of the goons stepped into the mouth of the alley.
“Look at the little fairy with the big mouth. Not so tough now with your skirt up. I’m going to fuck you straight through the brick wall and then I’m taking your nasty little tongue home as a souvenir, Angel Dust.” He laughed, deep and ugly.
“I love that you think I’m down for the count,” Angel growled.
Before he could shoot the fucker, Fizzarolli, dangling from the fire escape clubbed the idiot with his heeled shoe, taking out an eye. The sinner howled and Angel ended it with a shower of lead. The sinner went down for a respawn in the alley filth.
“Ha, told you fucker. I ain’t some pansy push over.” Angel looked up and grinned. “You okay, Fizzy?”
“Better than you.” Fizzarolli grimaced. “I don’t want my shoe back and I don’t want to put my bare foot down.”
Angel made a face. “Your foot is mechanical. It’ll be fine.”
“Are you looking at the same alley as I am?”
“Fizz, I can taste with my fingers and feet and I’m sitting in some filthy puddle. You don’t have to tell me about the grossness of this alley.” Angel levered himself up and held up his good arm to Fizz. “Come on, I can carry you to the street.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been shot.”
“Like I keep saying, I’m tougher than people think.”
Fizz wrapped his limbs around Angel, displacing his weight more evenly around Angel’s body. Angel tottered to the street. Husk was leaning against a building, drinking. Arackniss was rifling pockets. No one seemed harmed. Husk’s eyes widened and he tucked his flask away.
“Angel, you okay?”
“Bleeding nicely, thanks,” He replied as Fizz hopped to the sidewalk and took off his other shoe. “I took a couple bullets.”
Arackniss’s head snapped up from his search of the vanquished. “Damn, really?”
“Really.”
Husk and Arackniss both raced over. Fizzarolli offered up his jacket to Arackniss to fashion bandages.
“It’s already kinda ruined,” he said with a shrug.
“I appreciate it,” Angel said, knowing Fizzarolli didn’t like his arms showing and part of them were from under the cuff of his shirt sleeves. He didn’t know how Fizz had lived through what happened to him but he knew all about respecting people’s self-consciousness about body parts they were uncomfortable with.
“I did good, huh?” Fizzarolli asked.
“You did great. I know you’re a lover not a fighter.” Angel smiled.
“Let’s get you home. The sex shop will have to wait for another day,” Husk said.
“Especially if these idiots had partners who can show up.” Arackniss kicked the one he’d been rolling.
Husk finished tying off the makeshift bandage. “Come on, that should hold. Hey, where did your fuzzy babies go?”
“In the alley. I dropped the leashes. Dammit.” Fizzarolli raced back over but stopped on the sidewalk.
Angel thought it was because he didn’t want to touch to the alley’s disgustingness but he froze too. Husk and Arackniss crowded him, peering under his arms. In the alley, Fat Nuggets and Fizzarolli’s quieves were tearing out hunks of the sinner Angel shot.
“Oh god,” Angel groaned.
“Your baby is eating the big bad would-be kidnapper,” Arackniss said.
“We can see it. We don’t need narration,” Fizzarolli snapped.
“Oh, I think we do because I’ve seen Tony kiss that pig on the lips earlier today.” Arackniss snickered.
Fizzarolli leaned on Angel’s good side. “He’s not going to shut up, is he?”
“Do you have brothers, Fizz?” Angel asked, wondering how he was going to get Nuggs out of this mess.
“I had Blitzo who was like a brother. Mostly he’s a bag of assholes but he’s kinda okay too, if you know what I mean.”
“That sounds like a brother to me so to answer your question, no, he’s not gonna shut up.” Angel glared at Arackniss. “Get Nuggsie out of there. I can’t. My bullet holes hurt.”
Arackniss made a disgusted noise. “Fine.”
“And my quieves too.”
“Okay okay but I need a drink after this.” Arackniss grabbed the quieves’ leashes and pulled them over to Fizzarolli, yapping as they were deprived of their meal. He scooped up Fat Nuggets and put him in Angel’s lower arms. “You carry him. Husk and I have to go rescue your purchases from the street if no one’s already stolen them.”
Luckily their packages were there. He and Husk collected them but on the way to the car, Arackniss darted toward a liquor store.
“We have booze at home.” Angel protested. “And I’m here with bullet holes and a ruined favorite dress.”
“I want beer. We raised hell and a nice cold one is what I want, not liquor!” Arackniss said. “I had to watch your piggy eat someone’s face. I need a beer.”
“Get a case,” Husk said.
Arackniss deposited his packages into Fizzarolli’s arms, raced inside and came back with two cases he seemed too small to carry. He managed to lug them back to the car. The drive home was uneventful but once they crossed the hotel door, all hell broke loose.
“Fizzy-Frog!” Asmodeus cried at the same time Charlie yelled, “Angel!”
“I’m fine, I’m fine, just lost a shoe in someone’s eye socket.” Fizzarolli grinned as he disappeared into Asmodeus’s embrace.
“I got shot and ruined my best dress,” Angel pouted.
“What happened?” Charlie asked.
Angel pointed to his brother and Husk. “They’ll tell you all about. I need to go wash the blood out of my fluff.”
“I’ll go with you, be sure that bullet still isn’t in you,” Arackniss said. “Husk, put my beer on ice please.”
“Sure thing.”
Angel should have known the real ‘sure thing’ was that the bullet was still in his shoulder. Arackniss dug it out with a practiced hand and bandaged him properly once he was cleaned up. Ignoring Arackniss’ protests, Angel pulled some PCP out of hiding and did a little to take the pain away. They went back downstairs and without a word, Husk brought out two more beers. Fizzarolli was on Asmodeus’s lap on the couch drinking one of his own.
“Anything we can do, Angel?” Charlie asked.
“No, I’m good. The beer will do me up nicely.”
“Until he realizes he has to go to sleep with his naughty pork chop in a bed right next to his head.” Arackniss grinned.
“Nissy! I have bullet holes in me. Isn’t that suffering enough without you introducing that?” Angel lamented and pounded most of his beer in a few long swallows.
“Thanks, Arackniss.” Husk’s wings sagged.
“What? It’s true.”
“What happened?” Charlie asked.
“Hell pigs will eat sinners, did you know that? Apparently quieves will too.” Arackniss eyed the little monsters at Fizzarolli’s feet.
“He was already kinda dead,” Fizzarolli said.
“And I’m not dead so it’ll be fine,” Angel added.
“Sleeping looks like being dead and if I can smell the blood on you, you know porker can too.” Arackniss smirked, and Husk leaned over the bar and punched him in the shoulder. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Quit putting ideas in his head. He’ll be up all night and you’ll be home. Who exactly do you think has to calm him down?” Husk glowered.
“Not my problem. I had to go shopping. I got shot at and I had to see what I saw in the alley.”
“Because you horned in on all the excitement,” Angel reminded him, holding Fat Nuggets on his lap. “And we survived it.”
“I got to take down a moron who wanted to kidnap us.” Fizzarolli grinned. “It was an exciting day, most of it good. I could live without the kidnapping part.”
“That’s happening too often, Froggie.” Asmodeus tapped Fizzarolli’s red nose. “I have to shake off this idea I’m the weakest of sins and there won’t be repercussions for hurting people I care about.”
“I feel you,” Angel said. “They were going to rape me before ransoming me off to Valentino because they think lovers aren’t fighters. We can always prove them wrong.”
“Angel, that’s an awful thing to go through.” Charlie rubbed his back.
“Not the first time for me, not the last but hopefully the last for a while.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Fizzarolli saluted him with his beer.
“And now I plan to drink until someone has to help me to my room,” Angel said.
“Think that’s safe with your piggie?” Arackniss snickered. “Being incapacitated and unable to fend him off.”
“And this is why I don’t invite you over.” Angel rolled his eyes.
He tickled under Fat Nuggets’ chin. Nuggs licked Angel’s hand. He was innocent, no matter what Arackniss said. He would never eat his daddy. So why was there a glint in his eyes? Aw, hell, Husk was right. He wasn’t sleeping tonight.
And here's the fandom recs for this week.
Work Trip Fake
[ART] Poolverine Pups Deadpool/Wolverine
Ever After Torchwood
Lost in the dark Call of Duty
Made it to my own doctor's appt for the knee. After talking with him about the physical therapy where I did it all, for an hour at a clip without symptoms yet was symptomatic upon walking across the parking lot to the clinic, he thinks (I agree) that it's much more likely stemming from my back and not from my stent which...isn't the best news. A stent can be replaced, pressure on nerves is much touchier. They weren't keen on me leaving as my blood pressure was only 104/61 and i'm like dudes, I'm fine. This is after nearly falling AND driving an hour.
From there I finally went back to Hopewell Culture National Historical Park which I haven't gone in years in spite of it being like 2 miles from where I am all the damn time. This is a mound site. It is interesting to look at but again, not striking, not really until you realize how much earth these people moved. (Also got bunnied for a story there learning they built at WWI military camp on the site and nearly destroyed it all) I wandered there for an hour.
Hit all the stores. This Big Lots still had all the big animatronics but where am I going to store that? I didn't know so I didn't buy. TJ Maxx was 100% Christmas decorations all ready with what was left of halloween heaped on one table (not on sale) Spirit Halloween did replenish their spooky dolls (they were about out when I was there last week) but then the price was more than I wanted to pay so...
I did write a thing that filled SO many of my open challenges. It's the first of the whumptober ones I wrote (I am not that moved by it this year) This isn't all that whumpy either but eh, someone's bleeding. Close enough.
Title: Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers
Summary: Angel was looking forward to his shopping trip with the visiting Fizzarolli but then his brother crashed the party, seeking a better relationship after seeing Angel fighting off the exorcist angels and realizing he’d nearly lost his chance. Poor Husk gets roped into the impending disaster which goes far worse than any of them could guess when some sinners see two celebrities on the street and dollar signs flash in their eyes.
Author Note - This was written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The words were Alley, Social, Undertake, Stepstool, Ladder & Railroad for whumptober 2024’s prompt #15 childhood trauma – I did good right?, for allbingo’s prompt of Silence of the hams and for the lyrical titles prompt of Song with multiple singers on the track and I used Beer Drinkers and Hell Raisers by ZZ Top
“Have I come at a bad time?” Arackniss stood in the doorway as Niffty buzzed around the lobby with her feather duster.
“It’s you, so I’m going with every day is a bad time.” Angel paused in helping Husk cleaning the glasses. “Why are you here, Niss?” Ever since his brother had seen him on the news fighting angels, Arackniss kept coming around, maybe hoping to repair their relationship. He hadn’t said so outright but Angel half dreaded the idea and half hoped it might be true.
Arackniss strolled to the bar. “I was hoping you could spend a little time with me. I have nothing pressing to do and I called the studio. They said you were off for a few days.”
Angel tossed his rag aside. “You called the studio?”
“You’re usually there.” He shrugged. He pointed to Niffty who had pulled a stepstool over to the mantle but was still struggling to clean its heights. “Is she always so frantically cleaning?”
“Niffty? Always,” Husk said.
“And I’m not at the studio because we’re getting a visitor here and he likes to see me. Even Valentino doesn’t tell him no.” Angel smirked slightly. “I have an outing planned for today and a big thing for tomorrow but you can come with if you want.”
Husk snorted at that and Angel tossed the cleaning rag at him. If Arackniss wanted to be part of his life again, then he’d have to adjust to what that life entailed. Husk, however, had been forewarned and begged off. His loss, the afternoon Angel was about to undertake should be a blast. He’d been saving up for it.
“You coming with him?” Arackniss asked Husk.
“He’s got an enormous shopping trip planned. Thanks but no.”
Arackniss’s eight eyes popped open wide as a Looney Tunes character and Angel couldn’t swallowed his laugh. “Aww, fuck.”
“You wanted to spend time with me.” Angel wagged a finger at him. “That’s what I’m doing today with a special guest that Lucifer himself would be very disappointed if I blew off so yeah, shopping.”
“Please, Husk, come with us. I’ll need someone sane to talk to.” Arackniss leaned on the bar that he could barely see over. Angel loved that Arackniss thought Husk was sane or even friendly towards him since he had only met him twice. Then again they might have known each other from Husk’s overlord days. Angel hadn’t thought to ask.
“Have you been shopping with your brother? Do you hate me?”
“Hey!” Just for that, their next date night was going to be online shopping since he didn’t dare go out alone with Husk in fear of being picked up by VoxTek and Valentino finding out.
“I will buy you Ozzie’s Reserved Bourbon that’s only sold to collectors and his club,” Arackniss offered. “Just for you. You don’t have to leave it here at the bar.”
Husk visibly weighed his options and then groaned. “Fine, but I still feel like you owe me.”
“Really?”
“Yes, how about you throw in and help clean?” Husk suggested.
“We need to dust everything,” Niffty said, pointing to the top of the bar and its grotesque skeletal poles.
“You’ll have to fetch a ladder for him to reach.” Angel snickered.
“Oh fuck you, Anthony.” Arackniss scowled. “I don’t want to dust.”
“Okay then you take over my next task. After all, I can actually reach the dustable areas in question.” Angel whistled and Fat Nuggets came running. He scooped his baby up and spread the cleaning rag on the bar. He deposited Nuggs on it. “Fat Nuggets is coming with us so you can oil him up in his special blend and I’ll even let you pick out his outfit for the day.”
Arackniss eyed him like he had grown a second head. “Are you insane?”
“And this is why I told you you still owe me.”
“This would be easier if I just came back another day.”
“Hell no, you committed us both to this. You’re staying.” Husk pointed a bottle at him.
“I’m not oiling a pig.” Arackniss crossed all his arms. “Why do you even own walking bacon?”
Angel gasped and put his hands over Nuggets’ ears. “Don’t listen to Uncle Nissy. He’s awful, baby.”
Curling his lip, Arackniss took off his bow tie, followed by the jacket. “Give me a duster.”
Niffty nipped over with one and Arackniss hopped up on the bar. He started dusting. Husk went back to polishing glassware and Angel pulled out the bottle of oil and started rubbing it into Fat Nuggets warm skin while dropping sweet nothings into his baby’s ears until he felt eyes on him.
He looked up into Arackniss’s face. “What?”
“Just imagining if you had done what Papi wanted and had kids like me. They’d have been the most spoiled brats on the planet.”
Husk nearly blew out his teeth trying to hold back the laughter.
“Ignore everyone, Nuggsie. Some of them weren’t loved enough as children. They know nothing.”
“I know you’re insane,” Arackniss said as someone knocked on the door.
Angel glanced over. A huge shadow darkened the windows next to the door. “Damn, he’s early. Niffty, go tell Charlie and Lucifer. Arackniss, get your jacket back on. It’s show time and I’m not even dressed yet,” he whined.
“What is happening?” Picking up on Angel’s urgency, Arackniss hopped off the bar, tossing the duster behind it.
“I guess I’m the concierge today.” Husk sighed and went to answer the door.
“Again, what is happening?” Arackniss threw on his jacket and started retying his bowtie.
An imp in a jester costume sashayed in with three weird little creatures on leashes. Behind him, a brightly colored behemoth squeezed through the door. Arackniss grabbed Angel’s wrist.
“Holy shit, that’s a deadly sin, right? Asmodeus?” Arackniss’s jaw dropped. “And that’s Fizzarolli, the one Mammon floods the doll market with?”
Angel narrowed his eyes. “Why do you even know about the sex doll market?”
“Because our cousin Giacomo is an aficionado.” Arackniss made a face. “Do you know he buys the cheap knock off ones of you and uses them as target practice?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic. I love my family.” Angel rubbed his forehead and hopped off the stool. “Fizz! Ozzie!”
Fizzarolli gave Angel a big hug, his quieves tangling them up in their leashes. He rubbed his tail against Angel’s legs as they traded dual cheek kisses. “Angel, it’s been too long.”
“I know and I’m not even dressed yet. Asmodeus, Niffty has gone to get Lord Lucifer and Charlie but is there anything we can do for you in the meantime?”
“Come here and give me some sugar.” Asmodeus flung out his arms and Angel bounced into them. Their long tongues danced together before Asmodeus let him go. “How is my favorite movie star?”
“A little dusty and not quite ready for my outing, sorry.”
“No worries, we’re early,” Asmodeus said.
“Let me introduce you. Guys, I’m sure you know who these two are. Ozzie, Fizz, this is Husk our bartender and my brother, Arackniss, an overlord usually in the industrial side of town.”
Everyone said their polite hellos. Angel clasped Fizzarolli on the shoulder. “If you want anything, Husk will be happy to serve it up. I’m sure Lord Lucifer and Charlie will be in to see you in a minute, Ozzie. I need to go change. I’m not being seen out looking like this.”
“I should think not, not when I know how dashing you can be,” Fizzarolli said.
“Back in sec! Husk once you get them settled, go find a shirt if you’re coming with us.”
Angel darted up the stairs, his brother scurrying after him, struggling to keep up on his tiny twig legs. He didn’t even slow down until he skidded into Angel’s abode. Arackniss scanned the room.
“Somehow this is exactly what I was expecting but holy hell, Tony! That’s a deadly sin!”
Angel laughed, stripping as he ran to the bathroom for some hair oil. He didn’t have time to shower but he could still glow and smell good. “I’m aware, Nissy.” He brought the bottle out, sat at his vanity and started rubbing the oil into his fluff. “Want some of this?”
“No. Are you just going to sit there naked?”
“If you recall, I didn’t invite you in here. Deal with it.”
“A deadly sin and you freaking tongued him! Tony, are you…are you fucking a deadly sin?” Arackniss asked in shock and maybe a touch impressed.
“I don’t kiss and tell.”
“You just sucked his tongue a foot down your own throat. How much more telling is there to do?”
“Draw your own conclusions then.”
Arackniss beetled his brow. “And in front of Husk. Isn’t he….”
“Anything he is, is deeply secret for everyone’s safety.” Angel leveled a fierce look at his brother who nodded, getting it. “And he knows Ozzie is one of my biggest fans. The big to-do tomorrow is me entertaining Ozzie. He has a night out on the town planned for me, Fizz and Lucifer. Besides, Husk and I aren’t our own men, we belong to someone. It ain’t easy being me, Niss, and there are people I don’t dare offend. Ozzie isn’t bad at all. Hell he even hates Valentino because he’s all about forced lust with Val. Ozzie will be the first to tell you lust should never be forced. It’s a gift and consent is sexy.” He waggled the oil jar. “You sure you don’t want a glow up?”
“I’m fine, Mr. Naked and Shiny.”
“Eh, you’ll just waste it and smell like an ashtray anyhow.” Angel stood and wiped his hands in his thick mop of hair giving it a quick styling. He fished delicate petal pink panties out of a drawer and pulled them on. “Happy now?”
“Not even close.”
Angel snorted and took a deep red velvet bowtie with gold filigree holding the center together, encrusted with rhinestone out of another drawer. He reached for his brother’s spiderweb bowtie and Arackniss backed off.
“Put this on. We’re going fancy places.”
With a put upon sigh, Arackniss exchanged bowties. Angel pulled on a gold velvet dress with a corseted waist. He turned around, “Make this easy on me. Tie me up.”
“You think I know how this works?”
“Nissy, if I can do it without looking you can do it with eight eyes on the task.”
Another put upon sigh later, Arackniss had him corseted in and Angel got adorable little golden vest for Fat Nuggets and his rhinestone collar and leash. He pulled a gold and black paisley bowtie from his collection and when they got back downstairs, he handed it off to Husk who had found a shirt.
“Just do it, he’s in a mood.” Arackniss said when Husk hesitated.
“Ignore my brother if you can, Fizz, he’s anti-social. Papi kept him on a chain in the yard.”
“Did he?” Fizz asked with huge eyes.
“No…but he did chain us both in the basement more than once.” A slight shiver ran through Arackniss at the memory. Angel mirrored it.
“Appalling,” Asmodeus said. “Fizzy-Frog, are you sure you want to go? I could send guards with you. Remember, you don’t actually like being outside much.”
“It’s fine, Ozzie. Angel’s with me. Anyone strong enough to take on exorcist angels can handle rabid fans.” Fizzarolli waved him off.
“And you were taken by the mafia the last time you went out alone,” Asmodeus fretted.
“No worries, Ozzie. My brother and I were made men in the mafia.” Angel clapped Arackniss on the shoulder. “We can handle that. And Husk can make dice and playing cards into exploding weapons. We’re good.”
“See?” Fizzarolli said. He gave Ozzie’s cheek a peck. “You talk to Lucifer. We’re going to have fun.”
Arackniss looked ready to argue so Angel slapped Fat Nuggets’ leash in his hand and propelled him toward the door. It was going to be a fun day.
# # #
“My wife bought less when I’d treat her to a trip to Fifth Avenue,” Arackniss moaned to Husk. “And she made me carry packages then too.” He rattled the shopping bags he had. Husk was similarly burdened as Fizzarolli and Angel concentrated on walking their pets.
“I’ll remind you that you insisted on barging into my trip,” Angel called merrily.
“And threw me under the bus,” Husk groaned.
“I want to check out that sex shop.” Fizzarolli pointed to one at the far end of the street. “They’re supposed to be selling our product but at the prices I’ve been hearing about, I’m betting they’re knock offs. I’m not having it.”
“No problem. I never shop at that one. Their stuff is crap,” Angel said, tossing a treat to distract Fat Nuggets who was a bit too interested in a passer-by.
“And Arackniss, I’m up for hearing more young Tony stories.” Fizzarolli danced his eyebrows at Angel who groaned. Arackniss had been telling tales half the afternoon. At this rate he’d have no secrets left.
“Seconded.” Husk smirked, savoring sweet revenge for being forced to shop.
“Oh gladly. So we had an aunt who lived upstate and she had a few acres of land which was a freaking kingdom to us, living in Brooklyn. Whenever things got a little…warm shall we say and our father needed to lay low, he’d take us there to visit with his sister. At the edge of her property was a railroad.”
“You tell this story and my big spider paws are going to kick your tiny junk into orbit,” Angel warned.
Arackniss snorted and lit up. “For one, there’s nothing tiny about my junk.”
“Everything is tiny about you,” Angel protested but Arackniss rolled right over him.
“Secondly, I will shoot you in your face and watch you respawn.”
“I see what you mean about not being socialized.” Fizzarolli shuddered. He adjusted his sparkling sunglasses.
“And he wonders why I cut him out of my life years ago and why I’m not too sure about letting him back in now.” Angel eyed Arackniss from under his own rhinestone studded glasses.
“As I was saying-”
“Here is more childhood trauma.” Angel moaned.
Arackniss took a long drag as they paused on the street for Fizzarolli’s quieves to sniff a lamppost. “There was this railroad at the edge of the property but sounds were different out there than they were in the city, somehow bigger, distorted you know? We had this cousin, Nico, who was like a year older than me and the first time we heard the train at night it really spooked us all. So Nico got the big idea to tell us it was a ghost. He told me the truth, roped me into convincing Tony and Molly it was a ghost coming for them. Tony was so scared he slept under the covers clinging to me like a second skin for a week so it did backfire on me.”
“And then Nico told our father about it and Papi made me camp by myself next to the track,” Angel huffed.
“It was safe enough,” Arackniss said.
“I was six,” Angel snapped. “I had to stay in a tent by the train tracks for days until Mom found out. She and out auntie had gone to stay with friends for a few days in Sleepy Hollow.”
“Your father is a piece of work,” Husk said.
“He’s here in hell. If you want to go smash Henroin’s face in, you won’t catch me stopping you,” Angel huffed.
Arackniss rolled his shoulders. “Me either.”
“See! I told you both sluts were on the street!” Someone shouted.
A pack of six, burly, horned devil-looking sinners advanced on them.
“Get ‘em and waste the little ones. They ain’t worth our time but those two’s owners will pay handsomely to get them back.”
“Who you calling little!” Arackniss snarle.d
“Not this shit again,” Fizzarolli cried. “And I’m a performer, not a slut.”
“Yeah, I’m the slut, get it right,” Angel said, flexing his arms. His tommy guns magicked their way into his hands as did Arackniss’s. Electricity crackled around Husk as he charged up his playing cards and dice.
“Hide,” Angel said, thrusting Fat Nugget’s leash into Fizzarolli’s hand. He shoved Fizz with all the animals into an alley for cover. “And I’m tired of dumbfucks thinking me be a gay lusty lad means I’m some weakling.”
Angel shot the closet one without a second thought. Bullets and exploding cards and dice flew. He hoped Fizz was staying hidden in the alley because he was so not a combatant. Pain lanced through his shoulder, knocking him around. He let out a painfilled yelp. Another bullet creased his upper arm and Angel tripped over some junk in the mouth of the alley, going down. Gross alley water soaked into his dress. The alley darkened as the largest of the goons stepped into the mouth of the alley.
“Look at the little fairy with the big mouth. Not so tough now with your skirt up. I’m going to fuck you straight through the brick wall and then I’m taking your nasty little tongue home as a souvenir, Angel Dust.” He laughed, deep and ugly.
“I love that you think I’m down for the count,” Angel growled.
Before he could shoot the fucker, Fizzarolli, dangling from the fire escape clubbed the idiot with his heeled shoe, taking out an eye. The sinner howled and Angel ended it with a shower of lead. The sinner went down for a respawn in the alley filth.
“Ha, told you fucker. I ain’t some pansy push over.” Angel looked up and grinned. “You okay, Fizzy?”
“Better than you.” Fizzarolli grimaced. “I don’t want my shoe back and I don’t want to put my bare foot down.”
Angel made a face. “Your foot is mechanical. It’ll be fine.”
“Are you looking at the same alley as I am?”
“Fizz, I can taste with my fingers and feet and I’m sitting in some filthy puddle. You don’t have to tell me about the grossness of this alley.” Angel levered himself up and held up his good arm to Fizz. “Come on, I can carry you to the street.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been shot.”
“Like I keep saying, I’m tougher than people think.”
Fizz wrapped his limbs around Angel, displacing his weight more evenly around Angel’s body. Angel tottered to the street. Husk was leaning against a building, drinking. Arackniss was rifling pockets. No one seemed harmed. Husk’s eyes widened and he tucked his flask away.
“Angel, you okay?”
“Bleeding nicely, thanks,” He replied as Fizz hopped to the sidewalk and took off his other shoe. “I took a couple bullets.”
Arackniss’s head snapped up from his search of the vanquished. “Damn, really?”
“Really.”
Husk and Arackniss both raced over. Fizzarolli offered up his jacket to Arackniss to fashion bandages.
“It’s already kinda ruined,” he said with a shrug.
“I appreciate it,” Angel said, knowing Fizzarolli didn’t like his arms showing and part of them were from under the cuff of his shirt sleeves. He didn’t know how Fizz had lived through what happened to him but he knew all about respecting people’s self-consciousness about body parts they were uncomfortable with.
“I did good, huh?” Fizzarolli asked.
“You did great. I know you’re a lover not a fighter.” Angel smiled.
“Let’s get you home. The sex shop will have to wait for another day,” Husk said.
“Especially if these idiots had partners who can show up.” Arackniss kicked the one he’d been rolling.
Husk finished tying off the makeshift bandage. “Come on, that should hold. Hey, where did your fuzzy babies go?”
“In the alley. I dropped the leashes. Dammit.” Fizzarolli raced back over but stopped on the sidewalk.
Angel thought it was because he didn’t want to touch to the alley’s disgustingness but he froze too. Husk and Arackniss crowded him, peering under his arms. In the alley, Fat Nuggets and Fizzarolli’s quieves were tearing out hunks of the sinner Angel shot.
“Oh god,” Angel groaned.
“Your baby is eating the big bad would-be kidnapper,” Arackniss said.
“We can see it. We don’t need narration,” Fizzarolli snapped.
“Oh, I think we do because I’ve seen Tony kiss that pig on the lips earlier today.” Arackniss snickered.
Fizzarolli leaned on Angel’s good side. “He’s not going to shut up, is he?”
“Do you have brothers, Fizz?” Angel asked, wondering how he was going to get Nuggs out of this mess.
“I had Blitzo who was like a brother. Mostly he’s a bag of assholes but he’s kinda okay too, if you know what I mean.”
“That sounds like a brother to me so to answer your question, no, he’s not gonna shut up.” Angel glared at Arackniss. “Get Nuggsie out of there. I can’t. My bullet holes hurt.”
Arackniss made a disgusted noise. “Fine.”
“And my quieves too.”
“Okay okay but I need a drink after this.” Arackniss grabbed the quieves’ leashes and pulled them over to Fizzarolli, yapping as they were deprived of their meal. He scooped up Fat Nuggets and put him in Angel’s lower arms. “You carry him. Husk and I have to go rescue your purchases from the street if no one’s already stolen them.”
Luckily their packages were there. He and Husk collected them but on the way to the car, Arackniss darted toward a liquor store.
“We have booze at home.” Angel protested. “And I’m here with bullet holes and a ruined favorite dress.”
“I want beer. We raised hell and a nice cold one is what I want, not liquor!” Arackniss said. “I had to watch your piggy eat someone’s face. I need a beer.”
“Get a case,” Husk said.
Arackniss deposited his packages into Fizzarolli’s arms, raced inside and came back with two cases he seemed too small to carry. He managed to lug them back to the car. The drive home was uneventful but once they crossed the hotel door, all hell broke loose.
“Fizzy-Frog!” Asmodeus cried at the same time Charlie yelled, “Angel!”
“I’m fine, I’m fine, just lost a shoe in someone’s eye socket.” Fizzarolli grinned as he disappeared into Asmodeus’s embrace.
“I got shot and ruined my best dress,” Angel pouted.
“What happened?” Charlie asked.
Angel pointed to his brother and Husk. “They’ll tell you all about. I need to go wash the blood out of my fluff.”
“I’ll go with you, be sure that bullet still isn’t in you,” Arackniss said. “Husk, put my beer on ice please.”
“Sure thing.”
Angel should have known the real ‘sure thing’ was that the bullet was still in his shoulder. Arackniss dug it out with a practiced hand and bandaged him properly once he was cleaned up. Ignoring Arackniss’ protests, Angel pulled some PCP out of hiding and did a little to take the pain away. They went back downstairs and without a word, Husk brought out two more beers. Fizzarolli was on Asmodeus’s lap on the couch drinking one of his own.
“Anything we can do, Angel?” Charlie asked.
“No, I’m good. The beer will do me up nicely.”
“Until he realizes he has to go to sleep with his naughty pork chop in a bed right next to his head.” Arackniss grinned.
“Nissy! I have bullet holes in me. Isn’t that suffering enough without you introducing that?” Angel lamented and pounded most of his beer in a few long swallows.
“Thanks, Arackniss.” Husk’s wings sagged.
“What? It’s true.”
“What happened?” Charlie asked.
“Hell pigs will eat sinners, did you know that? Apparently quieves will too.” Arackniss eyed the little monsters at Fizzarolli’s feet.
“He was already kinda dead,” Fizzarolli said.
“And I’m not dead so it’ll be fine,” Angel added.
“Sleeping looks like being dead and if I can smell the blood on you, you know porker can too.” Arackniss smirked, and Husk leaned over the bar and punched him in the shoulder. “Ow! What was that for?”
“Quit putting ideas in his head. He’ll be up all night and you’ll be home. Who exactly do you think has to calm him down?” Husk glowered.
“Not my problem. I had to go shopping. I got shot at and I had to see what I saw in the alley.”
“Because you horned in on all the excitement,” Angel reminded him, holding Fat Nuggets on his lap. “And we survived it.”
“I got to take down a moron who wanted to kidnap us.” Fizzarolli grinned. “It was an exciting day, most of it good. I could live without the kidnapping part.”
“That’s happening too often, Froggie.” Asmodeus tapped Fizzarolli’s red nose. “I have to shake off this idea I’m the weakest of sins and there won’t be repercussions for hurting people I care about.”
“I feel you,” Angel said. “They were going to rape me before ransoming me off to Valentino because they think lovers aren’t fighters. We can always prove them wrong.”
“Angel, that’s an awful thing to go through.” Charlie rubbed his back.
“Not the first time for me, not the last but hopefully the last for a while.”
“I’ll drink to that.” Fizzarolli saluted him with his beer.
“And now I plan to drink until someone has to help me to my room,” Angel said.
“Think that’s safe with your piggie?” Arackniss snickered. “Being incapacitated and unable to fend him off.”
“And this is why I don’t invite you over.” Angel rolled his eyes.
He tickled under Fat Nuggets’ chin. Nuggs licked Angel’s hand. He was innocent, no matter what Arackniss said. He would never eat his daddy. So why was there a glint in his eyes? Aw, hell, Husk was right. He wasn’t sleeping tonight.
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Date: 2024-10-05 12:59 pm (UTC)I'm doing a Hocus Pocus themed trunk for trunk or treat at the church.
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Date: 2024-10-07 02:39 am (UTC)oh have fun with the hocus pocus. Hey I sent you an email. not sure if it went thru to the right place (from my gmail)
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Date: 2024-10-06 12:06 pm (UTC)What's wrong with your blood pressure? Mine is 95/60 usually, lol, I'm always told how awesome it is.
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Date: 2024-10-07 02:36 am (UTC)Actually oxygenation to the brain is compromised at pressures as low as ours. If you get occasionally dizzy that could be why