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cornerofmadnessToday I went to the expensive greenhouse today and got chocolate mint and trailing rosemary which I have never seen before. Still edible like the standard rosemary this one cascades and can be used as ground cover. I like that idea.
The surgeon here refused to see me because I'm from out of state and at this point by the time we got the ball rolling I'd have to go b ack. If the pcp I wanted to take over here would have called me back....but I did find out my phone was called two days ago but never rang thru. Gah. Whatever. I have an appointment when a new to me surgeon back in OH. His name is sever...not the best name or THE best name for a surgeon depending on how you look at it.
OPI nail polish did a zodiac theme. Gemini was boring white so I bought Scorpio instead beautiful blue
My friends sent my parents 60th anniversary cards. They were so happy with that.
Here's a chapter from a long delayed upcoming Hazbin Hotel sequel written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
allbingo's drag prompt and spikesgirl58's 6 word challenge. the 6 words were Wacky, Patch, Moldy, Voiceless, Easy & Ragged
Husk pitched in behind the bar. Prof could use the help and didn’t mind another bartender on his patch. They still had a few days before the Deadly Sins arrived and Charlie was half crazed with trying to make everything perfect for her relatives. Prof’s bar was large, good and not owned by Valentino, which is what Charlie had wanted for Angel’s sake. Unfortunately Valentino would still be providing entertainment. Angel would be half the entertainment when the time came. The problem was Angel’s relatives were all of the security.
“Put out some of that cheese if you can, Husk. Those damn Italian spiders eat it as if they need it as much as air,” Prof called, twitching his squirrel tail.
“Got it.” Husk went to the backroom and started making a Charcuterie board that would make Angel proud. He found some meats that he was too lazy to roll and just heaped the salami on the plate. Orange cheese – probably closer to Velveeta than cheddar – some Swiss and a big hunks of moldy blue rounded it out. Prof was right. Arackniss and his kin would descend on the platter like they hadn’t eaten in a week. Husk popped a bit of the blue into his mouth as he carried the tray out. It was his only chance once several dozen spidery eyes spotted it.
At least their drink orders tended to be easy: whiskey neat or a negroni or Aperol spritz. Only Angel wanted frou-frou stuff but only if he was in a good mood. Around his father he wanted whiskey neat too. Husk hadn’t seen his lover all day and Prof was getting antsy. He wanted Angel to run a few more sound checks on the stage before Asmodeus showed up with his crew. Angel had looked pretty ragged yesterday. He wouldn’t admit to it but most likely Valentino had beaten him around the studio, probably for the same reason as always lately. The sense of fear Lucifer had instilled in him after that serious beating Valentino had given Angel had begun to fade. He was after something dealing with Charlie again and Angel wasn’t giving in.
Since the bar wasn’t technically open yet, Husk took a breather and texted Angel using a burner phone that would show up on Angel’s display as Niffty. She had little interest in owning a phone and hadn’t minded them using her name as a beard.
Angel answered almost immediately: almost there.
“Why does that make me nervous?” Husk muttered under his breath.
“Hiya, Husk.” Aurelia popped onto a bar stool, startling his attention away from the phone. “Zio Tony texted me. He wants you to make a batch of Rossini cocktails.”
Husk raised his eyebrows. “He literally texted me three seconds ago and did not mention that.”
“He was asking me how Nonno was today and I said pissy so he asked for the sweetest pinkest drink you could make. It was Rossinis or Pink Squirrels and I’m in the mood for strawberries.” She twirled a finger in her hair.
He snorted. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do. Prof, you have anything resembling sweet bubbling Italian wine and strawberries?”
“Wine yes and I think in the fridge for the fruit,” he called over his shoulder, “I’ll get the wine.”
When Husk came back with the fruit, Aurelia had the Charcuterie board in hand, holding it way above her father’s head. Arackniss whined loudly, trying to jump up enough to grab a treat.
“You going to be nice to your brother when he gets here?” she asked, sugar sweet. “Because Nonno is worked up today and Zio Tony will need someone to be nice to him.”
“Yes, fine, I’ll be nice to Tony. Now gimme some damn cheese.” Arackniss glanced over at Husk. “You want her, Husk? I’m giving my daughter away.”
“You already promised her to Angel.” He laughed. “That might be safer. Goldie scares me.”
“As I should.” She grinned at him.
“All of my wives left me. You’d probably kill me.”
“You be better to my uncle than your wives and we’re good.”
“That’s the plan…oh hell.”
Husk watched as three tall women sashayed into the club. He instantly recognized Angel even in the wacky outfit he had on and assumed the other two were also men in drag. Angel sported a neon rainbow wig filled with curls in an updo with bejeweled butterflies stuck into it. His gown was surprisingly black cascading softly down his slender form to his amazing rhinestone heels. Criss crossing it were red bondage chains dangling ruby crystals that caught the light, shattering it into crimson spots on the floor and walls. Over it all he wore a golden holographic material opened coat and dangling on his elbow was a holographic material tote.
Stepping closer to the bar to hide his erection, Husk fought to banish the unholy, unapologetically raunchy thoughts about what he wanted to do to Angel while wearing that outfit. “Henroin ain’t going to be happy to see this.”
“He is going to shit himself. Goldie girl, do you think you can head your grandfather off before he punches Tony right off his heels?” Arackniss balled his fists.
“On it.”
“She’s probably going to need back up,” Husk said. Thoughts of Henroin and his horrible temper helped to kill his erection.
“I know.” Arackniss stomped toward his brother.
“Prof, I’m taking a few minutes to head off a fight.”
“Those damn spiders? They fight each other as much as they fight the riff raff,” Prof replied.
“Don’t I know it.”
Husk reached Angel’s side at the same time as Henroin who was half dragging Aurelia and her brother, Massimo with him. Husk charged up a set of dice and would feel no regrets if he had to drop them down Henroin’s pants.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you little fairy?” Henroin growled.
Rather than quell at his father’s rage, Angel waved off his companions. “Go get ready for the sound check, ladies. And that’s what I’m doing here, Papi. Prof wants us to do sound checks and then Val wanted me to do some pole work and choreography to make sure the stage will be perfect.”
“And you think you can waltz in here in a dress?” Henroin went to slap him but Angel caught his father’s wrist, forcing him back.
“I think I can do whatever the fuck I want. I ain’t asking for your permission, Papi. I spent my entire life voiceless because of men like you, because of the times we lived in. I could never live my authentic life but here, I can. I needed to feel pretty today so I am. If occasionally wearing drag makes me feel alive, so be it. It’s not like you didn’t know I wear dresses.” Angel touched his wig, pushing an errant butterfly back in before it toppled out. “I don’t give two fucks if you and your brothers don’t like it. Pretend you don’t know me. I’m good with that.”
“You should know better than to wear that here. You should show some respect,” Henroin growled.
Angel snorted. “As if you’ve ever shown me an ounce of respect. Don’t worry, I’ll be changing once I do the sound check. This is not the outfit I want to wear while working up a sweat. I had an engagement before this. Now why don’t you go back to worrying about your security measures for the Sins visit and take my shoes to heart.” He pointed to the words encrusted in rhinestones onto his platform shoes: Fuck on his right foot, You on the left.
“I ought to-” Henroin cocked his fist back but Arackniss, Aurelia and Massimo descended on him, hauling him away. They propelled Henroin into the group of spiders in the corner. He swore loudly at them but didn’t come back after Angel.
“That went better than I thought,” Angel said with a soft sigh.
“I think you’re beautiful in that,” Husk whispered just in case some of Valentino’s men were lurking around working on their part of the Sins’ visit preparations. It took him a second to realize the fake eyelashes Angel wore were red and black feathers and even longer to realize they had been made from his shed feathers. Angel was living dangerously. “Do you have Niffty running around collecting feathers for you?”
“I do.” He grinned, fluttering those eyelashes at him. “Like them?”
“I hope to fuck Valentino doesn’t rip them off your eyes taking your lids with them.”
“He won’t see beyond their color and think it’s for his wings.” Angel shrugged. “His vision is shit. He won’t recognize the pattern.”
“Okay, Nonno is settled and you are telling me where these came from.” Aurelia dropped to her knees and picked up her uncle’s foot to examine the back of the platform ankle boots whose the rising sole was completely covered in gold spikes and large spiky red crystals. “I need these in my life. Teach dad to walk in them because he’d like to be tall at least once.”
“Aurelia!” Arackniss snapped and she laughed.
“These are a 7 inch heel with a 3 inch platform. Your father would snap his neck and have to regenerate.” Angel snickered.
“Yes, because that’s exactly what you need, to be seven fucking inches taller than you already are, testa di cazzo,” Arackniss grumbled. “And I most assuredly do not need to learn to walk in heels, Goldie.”
“And can you even really wear actual shoes on those tiny paws of yours?” Angel smirked. “Now Husk can learn how to wear heels and then we can dance eye to eye.”
Husk glared. “You can go deep throat a broken bottle if you think that’s happening!”
“I can feel the love.” Angel cradled his hands over his heart.
“Hate to say it, Zee…uh, not sure what to call you dressed like that,” Massimo said.
“Culattone!” Henroin snarled out.
“I’m not calling my uncle that,” Massimo shot back, making Husk happy he wouldn’t use the gay slur.
“Angel is my name now,” Angel said. “But I know why you guys don’t want to call me that. My friends call me Angie. That might be better if you need something to call me. What’s wrong?”
“Valentino’s limo just pulled up,” Massimo pointed to the window.
“Aw, shit.” Angel made a face. “I thought he had an engagement today.”
“He said something about making a pit stop to check on the progress for his stars,” Prof offered up as Husk slipped back behind the bar.
There would be no good in having the jealous overlord seeing him standing next to Angel talking; he already suspected they were lovers, especially after the awards ceremony when they had actually become partners. He threw the strawberries into the blender and pureed them before straining them into the shaker.
Husk glanced up when the entire sea of spiders hushed as one. Vox had come through the door first but behind him was Valentino in a black gown with a gold corseted top with a tux jacket open over it and a shimmering skirt split to his hip. His heels were more modest than Angel’s: any taller and Val wouldn’t be able to get through doors without bending half over. Husk bit his lip, trying not to laugh at Henroin and his brothers googling at Valentino, obviously not knowing the vicious overlord sometimes liked to dress up. Angel had told Husk Val liked his skirts as much as Angel did.
“Val, baby, you look amazing. I love that gown,” Angel greeted him enthusiastically. If nothing else, he knew how to flatter his owner in hopes of getting hit less. He swished over to him.
Val performed a catwalk twirl, grinning. “I look striking.”
“Absolutely. Velvette designed this, didn’t she?”
“She said nothing but the best if she was being seen with us at the event.” Valentino glared down at Vox who had traded his blue suit for a black one. He obviously didn’t meet Val’s standards. “Sorry you can’t come, babe, but you look beautiful too. I heard you made the brand proud today at the early show.”
“I always try to give it my best, Baby.”
Valentino pulled him close, kissing him hard. Husk slammed the two rossinis onto a serving tray as Aurelia stepped closer to her uncle, invading their space. Valentino let Angel go, caressing his cheek even as he spared Aurelia a hot look.
“Here is your Rossini, Angel,” Husk broke through the tension. “And yours, Goldie.”
They plucked the cocktail glasses off his tray and Angel quaffed half of his in one go probably to get Valentino’s taste out of his mouth. Angel smiled.
“Sweet as me. Thank you, Husky. You’re a mind reader.”
“You texted your drink order to your niece.” Husk rolled his eyes.
“This tasted like more.” Aurelia drank hers more reasonably.
“I have more in the blender. Should I start up two more?”
“Yes,” Angel said. “Val, Vox, do you want anything?”
Vox tapped his watch in response. Valentino looked to the ceiling in exasperation.
“I have to check on one thing and then we have to get on the road. You know how delayed you can get on the roads, amorcito. How are you spending your night?” He spared Husk a hot glance.
“I’m going to change and work through some of the choreography,” Angel replied.
“Sounds good. Asmodeus will expect perfection.”
Angel merely smiled. Husk figured since Ozzie liked Angel and didn’t like Valentino, Angel had little to fear. Once Valentino had checked on whatever it was that couldn’t wait, Angel disappeared into a back room with his tote bag. Arackniss hopped up next to his daughter at the bar. Husk pushed a Rossini to him and earned a glare for his troubles.
“Save it for Tony.”
“Angie,” Aurelia corrected.
“My idiot brother,” Arackniss compromised as his father and son also came to the bar. “Did you know Valentine liked dresses?”
“Yes. Three whiskeys?” He waved a finger between all three of Angel’s male relatives who nodded. “You do understand that violent temper, jealousy, and arrogance aside, Valentino and your brother have things in common. They’re both femme bois when they want to be. They don’t always want to look pretty and promenade in their best dresses but some days they do. This is part of how Angel fell for him.” Husk slid them their whiskey.
“Another degenerate.” Henroin shot back his whiskey and Husk refilled it. “But he buys a lot of our guns.” He shrugged.
“At least he wasn’t cruel to Tony today.” Arackniss sighed but then straightened up with a groan.
Husk followed his gaze. Angel had taken off his drag and was sashaying their way in his work clothes, black booty shorts and a T-shirt that had a pirate ship on it reading I’m Captain Throat Goat of the S.S. Bottoms Up. He smothered a snicker. He hadn’t seen that work shirt before.
“For fuck’s sake, Tony, you were better off in your dress,” Arackniss groaned.
Angel smirked. “What? I could tell you wanted me out of the dress so the family quits having strokes.”
“Yes, because that t-shirt is going to help.” Arackniss rolled his eyes.
“Zio Tony has a raunchy sense of humor,” Massimo said.
“Your zio needs a kick to his bottom,” Arackniss replied.
“I could strip down to my usual pole dancing attire if you want while I work out this choreography,” Angel offered.
“Leave your come fuck me shorts on.” Arackniss waved him off.
“I know I don’t want to know what throat goat means,” Henroin said. He slammed his whiskey.
“Greatest of all time,” Aurelia translated. “You can figure out the rest.”
“Pervert.” Henroin walked off rejoining his brothers.
“He must have mellowed out.” Angel sat down and Husk gave him a rossini. “Thanks.”
“More like he doesn’t want to lose this job if he pisses off Lucifer by slapping you around,” Massimo said. “So he’s finding another target for his rage.” He inclined his head toward his father.
“Sorry, Niss. I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Angel said.
“Of course you didn’t. Don’t worry about it but maybe consider what you wear if you can help it. It sounded like you were coming from work,” Arackniss said.
“I did. I was hoping he wouldn’t be here.” Angel sighed and took a deep drink of his cocktail. “Could have said the same for Val. Try to keep Papi’s eyes away from the stage if you want an easier night.”
“God, what are you going to be doing with this choreography?” Arackniss sighed.
“Nothing particularly sexual, think more music video sort of dancing with a little bit on the poles. I just figured Papi would hate seeing me center stage regardless of what I do.” Angel shrugged. “I’ll be working them hard.” He pushed his empty glass to Husk. “More if you’ve got it, Husk.”
“Lord, he’s going to be a half drunk, sugar and coked up mess all night. Good luck Husk.” Arackniss laughed.
Husk wagged his head. “Maybe he’ll exhaust himself here,” he said and Angel pouted. Husk gestured to the shirt and laughed. “Throat Goat.”
“If you doubt the shirt, I can prove it tonight.”
“You damn well better hope he exhausts himself here, he might literally swallow you whole.” Massimo chuckled.
“Don’t worry Husk, he’ll still have the energy to dock the SS Bottoms Up on your pier,” Aurelia laughed.
“Like I said, Husk can have all the fun of dealing with Tony’s high ass.” Arackniss smirked.
“Oh, if that’s the case, he can sail on past me to dock in Fratello Harbor, and spend the night.” Husk shot back and Angel’s pout deepened.
“That harbor didn’t survive the last hurricane, he’ll have to keep on sailing,” Arackniss retorted.
“I can feel the love.” Angel kicked his brother’s ankle.
Husk threw strawberries into the blender and drowned the brother’s beginning bickering out. Crazy or not, he’d always allow Angel to dock in his harbor.
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The surgeon here refused to see me because I'm from out of state and at this point by the time we got the ball rolling I'd have to go b ack. If the pcp I wanted to take over here would have called me back....but I did find out my phone was called two days ago but never rang thru. Gah. Whatever. I have an appointment when a new to me surgeon back in OH. His name is sever...not the best name or THE best name for a surgeon depending on how you look at it.
OPI nail polish did a zodiac theme. Gemini was boring white so I bought Scorpio instead beautiful blue
My friends sent my parents 60th anniversary cards. They were so happy with that.
Here's a chapter from a long delayed upcoming Hazbin Hotel sequel written for
allbingo's drag prompt and spikesgirl58's 6 word challenge. the 6 words were Wacky, Patch, Moldy, Voiceless, Easy & RaggedHusk pitched in behind the bar. Prof could use the help and didn’t mind another bartender on his patch. They still had a few days before the Deadly Sins arrived and Charlie was half crazed with trying to make everything perfect for her relatives. Prof’s bar was large, good and not owned by Valentino, which is what Charlie had wanted for Angel’s sake. Unfortunately Valentino would still be providing entertainment. Angel would be half the entertainment when the time came. The problem was Angel’s relatives were all of the security.
“Put out some of that cheese if you can, Husk. Those damn Italian spiders eat it as if they need it as much as air,” Prof called, twitching his squirrel tail.
“Got it.” Husk went to the backroom and started making a Charcuterie board that would make Angel proud. He found some meats that he was too lazy to roll and just heaped the salami on the plate. Orange cheese – probably closer to Velveeta than cheddar – some Swiss and a big hunks of moldy blue rounded it out. Prof was right. Arackniss and his kin would descend on the platter like they hadn’t eaten in a week. Husk popped a bit of the blue into his mouth as he carried the tray out. It was his only chance once several dozen spidery eyes spotted it.
At least their drink orders tended to be easy: whiskey neat or a negroni or Aperol spritz. Only Angel wanted frou-frou stuff but only if he was in a good mood. Around his father he wanted whiskey neat too. Husk hadn’t seen his lover all day and Prof was getting antsy. He wanted Angel to run a few more sound checks on the stage before Asmodeus showed up with his crew. Angel had looked pretty ragged yesterday. He wouldn’t admit to it but most likely Valentino had beaten him around the studio, probably for the same reason as always lately. The sense of fear Lucifer had instilled in him after that serious beating Valentino had given Angel had begun to fade. He was after something dealing with Charlie again and Angel wasn’t giving in.
Since the bar wasn’t technically open yet, Husk took a breather and texted Angel using a burner phone that would show up on Angel’s display as Niffty. She had little interest in owning a phone and hadn’t minded them using her name as a beard.
Angel answered almost immediately: almost there.
“Why does that make me nervous?” Husk muttered under his breath.
“Hiya, Husk.” Aurelia popped onto a bar stool, startling his attention away from the phone. “Zio Tony texted me. He wants you to make a batch of Rossini cocktails.”
Husk raised his eyebrows. “He literally texted me three seconds ago and did not mention that.”
“He was asking me how Nonno was today and I said pissy so he asked for the sweetest pinkest drink you could make. It was Rossinis or Pink Squirrels and I’m in the mood for strawberries.” She twirled a finger in her hair.
He snorted. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do. Prof, you have anything resembling sweet bubbling Italian wine and strawberries?”
“Wine yes and I think in the fridge for the fruit,” he called over his shoulder, “I’ll get the wine.”
When Husk came back with the fruit, Aurelia had the Charcuterie board in hand, holding it way above her father’s head. Arackniss whined loudly, trying to jump up enough to grab a treat.
“You going to be nice to your brother when he gets here?” she asked, sugar sweet. “Because Nonno is worked up today and Zio Tony will need someone to be nice to him.”
“Yes, fine, I’ll be nice to Tony. Now gimme some damn cheese.” Arackniss glanced over at Husk. “You want her, Husk? I’m giving my daughter away.”
“You already promised her to Angel.” He laughed. “That might be safer. Goldie scares me.”
“As I should.” She grinned at him.
“All of my wives left me. You’d probably kill me.”
“You be better to my uncle than your wives and we’re good.”
“That’s the plan…oh hell.”
Husk watched as three tall women sashayed into the club. He instantly recognized Angel even in the wacky outfit he had on and assumed the other two were also men in drag. Angel sported a neon rainbow wig filled with curls in an updo with bejeweled butterflies stuck into it. His gown was surprisingly black cascading softly down his slender form to his amazing rhinestone heels. Criss crossing it were red bondage chains dangling ruby crystals that caught the light, shattering it into crimson spots on the floor and walls. Over it all he wore a golden holographic material opened coat and dangling on his elbow was a holographic material tote.
Stepping closer to the bar to hide his erection, Husk fought to banish the unholy, unapologetically raunchy thoughts about what he wanted to do to Angel while wearing that outfit. “Henroin ain’t going to be happy to see this.”
“He is going to shit himself. Goldie girl, do you think you can head your grandfather off before he punches Tony right off his heels?” Arackniss balled his fists.
“On it.”
“She’s probably going to need back up,” Husk said. Thoughts of Henroin and his horrible temper helped to kill his erection.
“I know.” Arackniss stomped toward his brother.
“Prof, I’m taking a few minutes to head off a fight.”
“Those damn spiders? They fight each other as much as they fight the riff raff,” Prof replied.
“Don’t I know it.”
Husk reached Angel’s side at the same time as Henroin who was half dragging Aurelia and her brother, Massimo with him. Husk charged up a set of dice and would feel no regrets if he had to drop them down Henroin’s pants.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you little fairy?” Henroin growled.
Rather than quell at his father’s rage, Angel waved off his companions. “Go get ready for the sound check, ladies. And that’s what I’m doing here, Papi. Prof wants us to do sound checks and then Val wanted me to do some pole work and choreography to make sure the stage will be perfect.”
“And you think you can waltz in here in a dress?” Henroin went to slap him but Angel caught his father’s wrist, forcing him back.
“I think I can do whatever the fuck I want. I ain’t asking for your permission, Papi. I spent my entire life voiceless because of men like you, because of the times we lived in. I could never live my authentic life but here, I can. I needed to feel pretty today so I am. If occasionally wearing drag makes me feel alive, so be it. It’s not like you didn’t know I wear dresses.” Angel touched his wig, pushing an errant butterfly back in before it toppled out. “I don’t give two fucks if you and your brothers don’t like it. Pretend you don’t know me. I’m good with that.”
“You should know better than to wear that here. You should show some respect,” Henroin growled.
Angel snorted. “As if you’ve ever shown me an ounce of respect. Don’t worry, I’ll be changing once I do the sound check. This is not the outfit I want to wear while working up a sweat. I had an engagement before this. Now why don’t you go back to worrying about your security measures for the Sins visit and take my shoes to heart.” He pointed to the words encrusted in rhinestones onto his platform shoes: Fuck on his right foot, You on the left.
“I ought to-” Henroin cocked his fist back but Arackniss, Aurelia and Massimo descended on him, hauling him away. They propelled Henroin into the group of spiders in the corner. He swore loudly at them but didn’t come back after Angel.
“That went better than I thought,” Angel said with a soft sigh.
“I think you’re beautiful in that,” Husk whispered just in case some of Valentino’s men were lurking around working on their part of the Sins’ visit preparations. It took him a second to realize the fake eyelashes Angel wore were red and black feathers and even longer to realize they had been made from his shed feathers. Angel was living dangerously. “Do you have Niffty running around collecting feathers for you?”
“I do.” He grinned, fluttering those eyelashes at him. “Like them?”
“I hope to fuck Valentino doesn’t rip them off your eyes taking your lids with them.”
“He won’t see beyond their color and think it’s for his wings.” Angel shrugged. “His vision is shit. He won’t recognize the pattern.”
“Okay, Nonno is settled and you are telling me where these came from.” Aurelia dropped to her knees and picked up her uncle’s foot to examine the back of the platform ankle boots whose the rising sole was completely covered in gold spikes and large spiky red crystals. “I need these in my life. Teach dad to walk in them because he’d like to be tall at least once.”
“Aurelia!” Arackniss snapped and she laughed.
“These are a 7 inch heel with a 3 inch platform. Your father would snap his neck and have to regenerate.” Angel snickered.
“Yes, because that’s exactly what you need, to be seven fucking inches taller than you already are, testa di cazzo,” Arackniss grumbled. “And I most assuredly do not need to learn to walk in heels, Goldie.”
“And can you even really wear actual shoes on those tiny paws of yours?” Angel smirked. “Now Husk can learn how to wear heels and then we can dance eye to eye.”
Husk glared. “You can go deep throat a broken bottle if you think that’s happening!”
“I can feel the love.” Angel cradled his hands over his heart.
“Hate to say it, Zee…uh, not sure what to call you dressed like that,” Massimo said.
“Culattone!” Henroin snarled out.
“I’m not calling my uncle that,” Massimo shot back, making Husk happy he wouldn’t use the gay slur.
“Angel is my name now,” Angel said. “But I know why you guys don’t want to call me that. My friends call me Angie. That might be better if you need something to call me. What’s wrong?”
“Valentino’s limo just pulled up,” Massimo pointed to the window.
“Aw, shit.” Angel made a face. “I thought he had an engagement today.”
“He said something about making a pit stop to check on the progress for his stars,” Prof offered up as Husk slipped back behind the bar.
There would be no good in having the jealous overlord seeing him standing next to Angel talking; he already suspected they were lovers, especially after the awards ceremony when they had actually become partners. He threw the strawberries into the blender and pureed them before straining them into the shaker.
Husk glanced up when the entire sea of spiders hushed as one. Vox had come through the door first but behind him was Valentino in a black gown with a gold corseted top with a tux jacket open over it and a shimmering skirt split to his hip. His heels were more modest than Angel’s: any taller and Val wouldn’t be able to get through doors without bending half over. Husk bit his lip, trying not to laugh at Henroin and his brothers googling at Valentino, obviously not knowing the vicious overlord sometimes liked to dress up. Angel had told Husk Val liked his skirts as much as Angel did.
“Val, baby, you look amazing. I love that gown,” Angel greeted him enthusiastically. If nothing else, he knew how to flatter his owner in hopes of getting hit less. He swished over to him.
Val performed a catwalk twirl, grinning. “I look striking.”
“Absolutely. Velvette designed this, didn’t she?”
“She said nothing but the best if she was being seen with us at the event.” Valentino glared down at Vox who had traded his blue suit for a black one. He obviously didn’t meet Val’s standards. “Sorry you can’t come, babe, but you look beautiful too. I heard you made the brand proud today at the early show.”
“I always try to give it my best, Baby.”
Valentino pulled him close, kissing him hard. Husk slammed the two rossinis onto a serving tray as Aurelia stepped closer to her uncle, invading their space. Valentino let Angel go, caressing his cheek even as he spared Aurelia a hot look.
“Here is your Rossini, Angel,” Husk broke through the tension. “And yours, Goldie.”
They plucked the cocktail glasses off his tray and Angel quaffed half of his in one go probably to get Valentino’s taste out of his mouth. Angel smiled.
“Sweet as me. Thank you, Husky. You’re a mind reader.”
“You texted your drink order to your niece.” Husk rolled his eyes.
“This tasted like more.” Aurelia drank hers more reasonably.
“I have more in the blender. Should I start up two more?”
“Yes,” Angel said. “Val, Vox, do you want anything?”
Vox tapped his watch in response. Valentino looked to the ceiling in exasperation.
“I have to check on one thing and then we have to get on the road. You know how delayed you can get on the roads, amorcito. How are you spending your night?” He spared Husk a hot glance.
“I’m going to change and work through some of the choreography,” Angel replied.
“Sounds good. Asmodeus will expect perfection.”
Angel merely smiled. Husk figured since Ozzie liked Angel and didn’t like Valentino, Angel had little to fear. Once Valentino had checked on whatever it was that couldn’t wait, Angel disappeared into a back room with his tote bag. Arackniss hopped up next to his daughter at the bar. Husk pushed a Rossini to him and earned a glare for his troubles.
“Save it for Tony.”
“Angie,” Aurelia corrected.
“My idiot brother,” Arackniss compromised as his father and son also came to the bar. “Did you know Valentine liked dresses?”
“Yes. Three whiskeys?” He waved a finger between all three of Angel’s male relatives who nodded. “You do understand that violent temper, jealousy, and arrogance aside, Valentino and your brother have things in common. They’re both femme bois when they want to be. They don’t always want to look pretty and promenade in their best dresses but some days they do. This is part of how Angel fell for him.” Husk slid them their whiskey.
“Another degenerate.” Henroin shot back his whiskey and Husk refilled it. “But he buys a lot of our guns.” He shrugged.
“At least he wasn’t cruel to Tony today.” Arackniss sighed but then straightened up with a groan.
Husk followed his gaze. Angel had taken off his drag and was sashaying their way in his work clothes, black booty shorts and a T-shirt that had a pirate ship on it reading I’m Captain Throat Goat of the S.S. Bottoms Up. He smothered a snicker. He hadn’t seen that work shirt before.
“For fuck’s sake, Tony, you were better off in your dress,” Arackniss groaned.
Angel smirked. “What? I could tell you wanted me out of the dress so the family quits having strokes.”
“Yes, because that t-shirt is going to help.” Arackniss rolled his eyes.
“Zio Tony has a raunchy sense of humor,” Massimo said.
“Your zio needs a kick to his bottom,” Arackniss replied.
“I could strip down to my usual pole dancing attire if you want while I work out this choreography,” Angel offered.
“Leave your come fuck me shorts on.” Arackniss waved him off.
“I know I don’t want to know what throat goat means,” Henroin said. He slammed his whiskey.
“Greatest of all time,” Aurelia translated. “You can figure out the rest.”
“Pervert.” Henroin walked off rejoining his brothers.
“He must have mellowed out.” Angel sat down and Husk gave him a rossini. “Thanks.”
“More like he doesn’t want to lose this job if he pisses off Lucifer by slapping you around,” Massimo said. “So he’s finding another target for his rage.” He inclined his head toward his father.
“Sorry, Niss. I didn’t mean for that to happen,” Angel said.
“Of course you didn’t. Don’t worry about it but maybe consider what you wear if you can help it. It sounded like you were coming from work,” Arackniss said.
“I did. I was hoping he wouldn’t be here.” Angel sighed and took a deep drink of his cocktail. “Could have said the same for Val. Try to keep Papi’s eyes away from the stage if you want an easier night.”
“God, what are you going to be doing with this choreography?” Arackniss sighed.
“Nothing particularly sexual, think more music video sort of dancing with a little bit on the poles. I just figured Papi would hate seeing me center stage regardless of what I do.” Angel shrugged. “I’ll be working them hard.” He pushed his empty glass to Husk. “More if you’ve got it, Husk.”
“Lord, he’s going to be a half drunk, sugar and coked up mess all night. Good luck Husk.” Arackniss laughed.
Husk wagged his head. “Maybe he’ll exhaust himself here,” he said and Angel pouted. Husk gestured to the shirt and laughed. “Throat Goat.”
“If you doubt the shirt, I can prove it tonight.”
“You damn well better hope he exhausts himself here, he might literally swallow you whole.” Massimo chuckled.
“Don’t worry Husk, he’ll still have the energy to dock the SS Bottoms Up on your pier,” Aurelia laughed.
“Like I said, Husk can have all the fun of dealing with Tony’s high ass.” Arackniss smirked.
“Oh, if that’s the case, he can sail on past me to dock in Fratello Harbor, and spend the night.” Husk shot back and Angel’s pout deepened.
“That harbor didn’t survive the last hurricane, he’ll have to keep on sailing,” Arackniss retorted.
“I can feel the love.” Angel kicked his brother’s ankle.
Husk threw strawberries into the blender and drowned the brother’s beginning bickering out. Crazy or not, he’d always allow Angel to dock in his harbor.
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