Big Birthday Bash
Oct. 24th, 2025 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessQuite a few of my coworkers have October birthdays so we always go out to dinner to celebrate them. Went to Arch and Eddie's for the first time in a year. Definitely a different app menu from Sixth Sense (Like I said, two different owners now) Also something new, two fried chicken sliders with siracha sauce, broccoli slaw and general Tso's sauce. REALLY damn good actually. As was the raspberry whip (whipped cream vodka, pineapple juice and raspberry puree.
We went from that to Michael's for ice cream parfaits, I had the apple cider with marshmallow and caramel sauce.
But still...I wish this was last night so I could have gone on the ghost walk. ah well. it was still fun.
Story time
Title: Xylophone Bone Zone
Summary: Angel is serious about branching out in movies with plot and he has one he’s nervous about so he turns to the people he trusts most for their opinions. Of course, he might have made a mistake with that.
Rating: teen
Notes: Written forspikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The words were Collect, Orange, Square, Hospital, Replace, Treatment.
Also written for the allbingo prompt of Virgin sacrifice - this isn’t beta’ed yet. I’ll fix it later.
Angel kicked back on his couch, putting his long legs in Husker’s lap. Husker’s feather eyebrows rose. Arackniss surveyed them, snorted and replaced his nearly finished cigarette with the fresh one he lit from the other’s end: Square Deal Cigarettes, god, his brother had no taste and was fucking cheap to boot.
“Gonna tell us why you called us here, Tony or are you just going to lounge there like you think you’re the sexiest guy in the room?” Arackniss pulled the ashtray closer.
“One, I am the sexiest guy in the room with Husker a close second. You’re like the tenth sexiest.”
Arackniss glared. “There are three people here, four if Bun Bun is somewhere.”
“I said what I said. Two, I only called Husker here. No one asked for you.”
The end of Arackniss’ cigarette flared as he sucked hard on it. Smoke billowed around his head. “I’m here because it’s our weekly meeting time. Do you need to coke up or are you super high right now because you’re being an asshole.”
“Kinda thought that might be genetic,” Husker muttered.
Angel withdrew his legs and sat up. “You’re gonna be mighty lonely tonight, babe.”
“He’ll have another you the moment he walks into his casino.” Arackniss rolled his eyes.
“You did ask me here for a reason. What’s up?” Husker asked, ignoring the threat.
“I was excited to tell everyone I’ve picked my first script treatment for my non-porn movie series but if everyone wants to be mean to me.”
“All I said is you and your brother are alike,” Husker replied.
“And I’m always mean to you,” Arackniss added. “Don’t be such a baby. Besides, you just said I’m so ugly I come in tenth in a three man contest. Now that’s mean.”
Angel sulked. Husker moved closer to him on the couch.
“Tell us about the script,” he invited, soothing Angel.
He wished they wouldn’t mess with him. He wished he were stronger. The whole debacle with Fang taking out his actors, Angel turning into his full demonic self, he was still a raw bundle of nerves after that. He needed to be less sensitive to things. Angel gulped in some air, calming himself.
“I love it. It’s a twist on horror.”
“I love horror movies,” Husker and Arackniss said almost as one.
“Me too. You can have a tiny role if you want Arackniss.”
His brother narrowed his eyes. “Last time, Husker, he offered me to be the dead body in his and Jody’s cannibal detective thing.”
Husker snorted. “How is Jody and the others recovering?”
“Incredibly slowly but I guess that’s expected.” Angel shrugged. “And I wouldn’t have you be a dead body but there’ll be a fair few. It’s the typical cabin in the woods horror which Cherri said is pretty common even in her time. But there’s a crazy cult type out there and they’re trying to get Lucifer to do them a favor…might have her change that to a general demon. I don’t wanna piss of Lucifer.”
“Her who?” Husker asked.
“Oh, the new writer I found, Belladonna. Her and Dreama are working together on this. Anyhow to summon the demon, they offer up a virgin sacrifice.” Angel’s eyes lit up. “You could be the virgin sacrifice, Nissy.”
“It’s like you think I won’t put my cigarette out on you,” Arackniss growled.
“Come on, you’d be perfect. You wouldn’t even need to act, just be your usual repressed self.”
Husker smothered a laugh and Arackniss nearly bit through his cigarette filter.
“I had kids for fuck’s sake. I’m no virgin!”
“So, no to being in the movie?”
“Vaffanculo!”
“Touchy. Fine, anyhow, the demon is like what’s this nonsense? I need sexual energy. And the cult tries to find the sluttiest of the friends in the cabin.”
“Lemme guess, you’re acting in this, not just directing.” Arackniss rolled his eyes.
“Oh shut up, virgin sacrifice.”
“You might actually be making his point about you being repressed.” Husker laughed.
“I’m not repressed. I’m just not the man-whore my baby brother is.” Arackniss blew smoke at the ceiling. “But the movie does sound fun. Will there be any sex scenes?”
“Yes but they can be cropped for a more general release for the prudes of hell.”
“Do you die?” Arackniss asked that a little too eager for Angel’s tastes.
“No, my sexual energy is too much for the demon and I live.”
“Jesus.”
“He doesn’t make an appearance.” Angel smirked.
“Sounds like the role you were born to play.”
“Do not encourage him, Husker.”
“Oh I have every intention of encouraging him.” Husker shot him a smarmy grin.
“I knew no good would come of you sleeping with him.”
“Again, shut your hole. There’s plenty of good coming out of that. But I do need your help. I have cocktails. Want some?”
“Of course,” Husker said. “What are they? It’s not another damn negroni is it?”
“How can you be with someone who doesn’t appreciate the national drink of Italy?” Arackniss stubbed out his cigarette.
“The things he can do with that tail negate his lack of taste.” Angel stood up, ignoring Husker’s irritated expression.
“Tony! Damn it, now that’s in my brain. Bring the damn pitcher of whatever it is you whipped up. I’m going to need it.” Arackniss moaned.
“Fine.” Angel collected the glasses onto a tray and grabbed the pitcher.
“It’s not a pink drink is it?” Arackniss asked suspiciously.
“You going to say no if it’s not your beloved Campari made of bitter orange and sadness?” Husker chuckled.
“You’re an ass. And they’re called chinotto oranges,” Arackniss replied.
“You can call bitter oranges whatever the hell you want but they’re still bitter oranges.”
“And the actual answer to the question is no, if I gave you a pink drink again you’d whine like a bitch and call me a girl. I made aviation cocktails,” Angel said. He put the tray of glasses on the coffee table.
“Do you think violet is more manly than pink?” Arackniss made a face.
“Purple is his second favorite color isn’t it?” Husker asked.
“Judging by his pink and purple house, yes but I have no idea. Like he ever wore anything but black, blue and brown when we were alive.” Arackniss shrugged. “Purple, great color choice Tony.”
“You’ll like it. It’s sweet and floral and Husker won’t also whine like a little bitch about the bitter.” Angel sat back down with his lover on the pink couch and set the glass pitcher on the table, daring them to say something with his eyes.
Husker and Arackniss stared at the glass cock and balls pitcher, stunned into silence. Arackniss broke it first.
“So, purple was the right color for your cock pitcher.” Arackniss face palmed. “For fuck’s sake, tony, why?”
“It amuses me.” Angel poured one cocktail and pushed it to Husker.
“Could have been worse,” Husker said.
“How?” Arackniss whined.
“He could have made pina coladas and white would have been pouring out of the cock.” Husker grinned.
Arackniss groaned wordlessly but pulled out his phone and took a picture of Angel pouring another cocktail.
“Why?” Angel knew his brother couldn’t be doing that for nice reasons.
“For when you’re being a stronzo, I’ll share this picture with the relative you’d least like to hear about it from.”
“Well get a better picture then.” Angel held up the cocktail and licked the side of the picture. His brother didn’t waste the opportunity.
“Your family is deeply weird,” Husker said.
“You are not wrong.”
“So what did you need our help with? We’re not movie producers,” Husker said. “I’m creative with music though and…I have no idea about your brother.”
“Virgin Sacrifice is as creative as a rock.”
Arackniss had a pistol in hand quick as a flash. He didn’t lose a drop of his violet cocktail. Husker scooted to the far side of the couch away from Angel who looked at him sourly.
“One more time, Antonio, call me that one more time and you’ll be with your actors recovering in that Baphomet hospital,” he promised.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Angel didn’t quite believe that. It wasn’t like the bullet would kill him and his brother had shot him in the past.
“I would feel bad about Bun Bun having to clean your blood out of the couch but you know I’d do it.”
“Can you try not to shoot me by accident?” Husker asked.
“I don’t miss, no worries.” Arackniss kept the pistol trained on Angel while his lower set of hands lit up another cigarette.
“You might if he decides to see if he can wrestle the gun away. I’d like to walk out of here with no bullets in me.”
“Ha, and I thought you were spending the night,” Arackniss said.
“Not if you blow his brains out.”
Arackniss shrugged and the gun disappeared. “Behave yourself fratellino.”
“Jesus, just shoot him already, if you’re going to depend on Angel’s ability to behave as reason to spare him.”
“Give me back my cocktails. I’m going to call up Rosie and Cherri to help me. At least they aren’t mean.” Angel pouted
Husker leaned across the couch to tap Angel’s protruding lip. “Sorry, babe. Go on, tell us about the script problem, other than your brother dies in the first ten minutes.”
“I’ll gladly shoot you too, Husker,” Arackniss warned. “But fine, what’s the problem. I thought the script sounded fun.”
“Belladona is a good writer but she can’t title things worth shit. You know how they make the skeleton spooky music with the xylophone?”
“Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?”
“Right now the horror is titled the Xylophone Bone Zone and I’m not sure if that’s the real title or just a file name but I’m kinda scared.” Angel shuddered.
Husker laughed, nearly sloshing his cocktail. “Oh god.”
“Yeah, that can’t go. That’s dumb,” Arackniss said.
“I don’t know how to say it without being rude. I thought of Xylophone Blues to incorporate her ideas but…can xylophones play the blues?”
“I play jazz sax and people did play vibraphones for that. I’m not too sure about the blues but either way that name still sucks.”
“Guess you can’t call it sluts slay Satan,” Arackniss said.
“I’m not pissing off any deadly sins with this,” Angel replied. “I’m asking Ozzie for suggestions for the lust demon’s name.”
“Slutty Screams just sounds like it’s more porn.”
“V.S. you’re as bad as Belladonna at this.”
“Do not make him shoot you,” Husker warned.
“Fiiiiine. Hey, how about keeping it simple and just calling it The Sacrifice?” Angel said and drained his cocktail glass.
“I like it.” Arackniss said.
“Me too.” Husker pulled Angel closer. “And I like your flowery drink but I bet it tastes better from your lips.” He kissed Angel.
“I’m just going to blow my own brains out. It’ll be easier,” Arackniss moaned.
“No one’s stopping you.” Angel stuck his tongue out.
“Keep it up.” Arackniss rocked forward and grabbed the cock pitcher to pour himself another. Angel was even faster with the cellphone picture taking than his brother.
“Mutual destruction, big brother.” Angel wagged his phone.
“Next time we’re meeting at my place,” Arackniss replied.
“It’s boring there.”
“Exactly. No cocks where they don’t belong, no erotic horror scripts, just business which we’re supposed to be talking but I know that look, Tony. You want me to leave so you can do unspeakable things to a man who does nothing but disparage our cultural cocktail heritage.”
“True. If you knew what he could do with that tail of his, you’d overlook his lack of cocktail taste.” Angel leaned on Husker’s shoulder. “Not to mention those jazz man fingers and the way his mouth knows how to work a reed.”
“Yep, don’t wanna know.” Arackniss kicked his feet up over the arm of the chair. “Ain’t going until I drink my cocktail and enjoy my cigarette.”
“Gonna change his name to cock block,” Angel grumbled.
“I’m definitely catching a stray before this day is done.” Husker sighed.
“Don’t worry, babe. He has until the end of that cigarette to talk business and drink his cocktail before I sic the hell pig on him.”
“Oooo, so worried about that adorable pork chop.” Arackniss laughed.
“If your pig does take him down, I want pictures of that,” Husker said, “For blackmail purposes of my own.”
“Done.” Angel interlocked his fingers with Husker’s. “And thanks, both of you. Seriously. I was nervous about that script beyond the lame title. I appreciate your input.”
“I could maybe even play you a song for the cabin party,” Husker said.
“I have the best friends.” Angel kissed Husker’s cheek.
“And I’ll keep Papa from blowing up all over you when he learns you’re still fucking on screen.”
“See, occasionally you’re not the worst brother.”
Arackniss flipped him off. Angel chuckled again and drank his aviation cocktail. This new venture was going to be good. He could feel it.
Everybody Loves Jack. Torchwood
The Fantastic Journey Drabble Files
The Fantastic Journey
you see the torture on my brow Inside No. 9
Always Alone Torchwood
More Than Lust FAKE
The Break-Up The Owl House
you know I'm breathless as I come undone before you Inside No. 9
Just Be Honest Hazbin Hotel
To Be Known Merlin
Digging Up the Hatchets The Owl House
Inheritance Prodigal Son
The AftershowThe Amazing Digital Circus
Trust Me, This Will Work Supernatural
Underwater World Torchwood
Yes, I Missed This Addams Family
Thorny Situations Batman
Valentino Squeaks Alone Hazbin Hotel
don’t waste the night 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Fake Ghost, Real Reaction Hazbin Hotel
You're Not Alone Hazbin Hotel
I Will Never Forget This Hazbin Hotel
It's Rather Complicated Hazbin Hotel
We went from that to Michael's for ice cream parfaits, I had the apple cider with marshmallow and caramel sauce.
But still...I wish this was last night so I could have gone on the ghost walk. ah well. it was still fun.
Story time
Title: Xylophone Bone Zone
Summary: Angel is serious about branching out in movies with plot and he has one he’s nervous about so he turns to the people he trusts most for their opinions. Of course, he might have made a mistake with that.
Rating: teen
Notes: Written for
spikesgirl58’s six word challenge. The words were Collect, Orange, Square, Hospital, Replace, Treatment.Also written for the allbingo prompt of Virgin sacrifice - this isn’t beta’ed yet. I’ll fix it later.
Angel kicked back on his couch, putting his long legs in Husker’s lap. Husker’s feather eyebrows rose. Arackniss surveyed them, snorted and replaced his nearly finished cigarette with the fresh one he lit from the other’s end: Square Deal Cigarettes, god, his brother had no taste and was fucking cheap to boot.
“Gonna tell us why you called us here, Tony or are you just going to lounge there like you think you’re the sexiest guy in the room?” Arackniss pulled the ashtray closer.
“One, I am the sexiest guy in the room with Husker a close second. You’re like the tenth sexiest.”
Arackniss glared. “There are three people here, four if Bun Bun is somewhere.”
“I said what I said. Two, I only called Husker here. No one asked for you.”
The end of Arackniss’ cigarette flared as he sucked hard on it. Smoke billowed around his head. “I’m here because it’s our weekly meeting time. Do you need to coke up or are you super high right now because you’re being an asshole.”
“Kinda thought that might be genetic,” Husker muttered.
Angel withdrew his legs and sat up. “You’re gonna be mighty lonely tonight, babe.”
“He’ll have another you the moment he walks into his casino.” Arackniss rolled his eyes.
“You did ask me here for a reason. What’s up?” Husker asked, ignoring the threat.
“I was excited to tell everyone I’ve picked my first script treatment for my non-porn movie series but if everyone wants to be mean to me.”
“All I said is you and your brother are alike,” Husker replied.
“And I’m always mean to you,” Arackniss added. “Don’t be such a baby. Besides, you just said I’m so ugly I come in tenth in a three man contest. Now that’s mean.”
Angel sulked. Husker moved closer to him on the couch.
“Tell us about the script,” he invited, soothing Angel.
He wished they wouldn’t mess with him. He wished he were stronger. The whole debacle with Fang taking out his actors, Angel turning into his full demonic self, he was still a raw bundle of nerves after that. He needed to be less sensitive to things. Angel gulped in some air, calming himself.
“I love it. It’s a twist on horror.”
“I love horror movies,” Husker and Arackniss said almost as one.
“Me too. You can have a tiny role if you want Arackniss.”
His brother narrowed his eyes. “Last time, Husker, he offered me to be the dead body in his and Jody’s cannibal detective thing.”
Husker snorted. “How is Jody and the others recovering?”
“Incredibly slowly but I guess that’s expected.” Angel shrugged. “And I wouldn’t have you be a dead body but there’ll be a fair few. It’s the typical cabin in the woods horror which Cherri said is pretty common even in her time. But there’s a crazy cult type out there and they’re trying to get Lucifer to do them a favor…might have her change that to a general demon. I don’t wanna piss of Lucifer.”
“Her who?” Husker asked.
“Oh, the new writer I found, Belladonna. Her and Dreama are working together on this. Anyhow to summon the demon, they offer up a virgin sacrifice.” Angel’s eyes lit up. “You could be the virgin sacrifice, Nissy.”
“It’s like you think I won’t put my cigarette out on you,” Arackniss growled.
“Come on, you’d be perfect. You wouldn’t even need to act, just be your usual repressed self.”
Husker smothered a laugh and Arackniss nearly bit through his cigarette filter.
“I had kids for fuck’s sake. I’m no virgin!”
“So, no to being in the movie?”
“Vaffanculo!”
“Touchy. Fine, anyhow, the demon is like what’s this nonsense? I need sexual energy. And the cult tries to find the sluttiest of the friends in the cabin.”
“Lemme guess, you’re acting in this, not just directing.” Arackniss rolled his eyes.
“Oh shut up, virgin sacrifice.”
“You might actually be making his point about you being repressed.” Husker laughed.
“I’m not repressed. I’m just not the man-whore my baby brother is.” Arackniss blew smoke at the ceiling. “But the movie does sound fun. Will there be any sex scenes?”
“Yes but they can be cropped for a more general release for the prudes of hell.”
“Do you die?” Arackniss asked that a little too eager for Angel’s tastes.
“No, my sexual energy is too much for the demon and I live.”
“Jesus.”
“He doesn’t make an appearance.” Angel smirked.
“Sounds like the role you were born to play.”
“Do not encourage him, Husker.”
“Oh I have every intention of encouraging him.” Husker shot him a smarmy grin.
“I knew no good would come of you sleeping with him.”
“Again, shut your hole. There’s plenty of good coming out of that. But I do need your help. I have cocktails. Want some?”
“Of course,” Husker said. “What are they? It’s not another damn negroni is it?”
“How can you be with someone who doesn’t appreciate the national drink of Italy?” Arackniss stubbed out his cigarette.
“The things he can do with that tail negate his lack of taste.” Angel stood up, ignoring Husker’s irritated expression.
“Tony! Damn it, now that’s in my brain. Bring the damn pitcher of whatever it is you whipped up. I’m going to need it.” Arackniss moaned.
“Fine.” Angel collected the glasses onto a tray and grabbed the pitcher.
“It’s not a pink drink is it?” Arackniss asked suspiciously.
“You going to say no if it’s not your beloved Campari made of bitter orange and sadness?” Husker chuckled.
“You’re an ass. And they’re called chinotto oranges,” Arackniss replied.
“You can call bitter oranges whatever the hell you want but they’re still bitter oranges.”
“And the actual answer to the question is no, if I gave you a pink drink again you’d whine like a bitch and call me a girl. I made aviation cocktails,” Angel said. He put the tray of glasses on the coffee table.
“Do you think violet is more manly than pink?” Arackniss made a face.
“Purple is his second favorite color isn’t it?” Husker asked.
“Judging by his pink and purple house, yes but I have no idea. Like he ever wore anything but black, blue and brown when we were alive.” Arackniss shrugged. “Purple, great color choice Tony.”
“You’ll like it. It’s sweet and floral and Husker won’t also whine like a little bitch about the bitter.” Angel sat back down with his lover on the pink couch and set the glass pitcher on the table, daring them to say something with his eyes.
Husker and Arackniss stared at the glass cock and balls pitcher, stunned into silence. Arackniss broke it first.
“So, purple was the right color for your cock pitcher.” Arackniss face palmed. “For fuck’s sake, tony, why?”
“It amuses me.” Angel poured one cocktail and pushed it to Husker.
“Could have been worse,” Husker said.
“How?” Arackniss whined.
“He could have made pina coladas and white would have been pouring out of the cock.” Husker grinned.
Arackniss groaned wordlessly but pulled out his phone and took a picture of Angel pouring another cocktail.
“Why?” Angel knew his brother couldn’t be doing that for nice reasons.
“For when you’re being a stronzo, I’ll share this picture with the relative you’d least like to hear about it from.”
“Well get a better picture then.” Angel held up the cocktail and licked the side of the picture. His brother didn’t waste the opportunity.
“Your family is deeply weird,” Husker said.
“You are not wrong.”
“So what did you need our help with? We’re not movie producers,” Husker said. “I’m creative with music though and…I have no idea about your brother.”
“Virgin Sacrifice is as creative as a rock.”
Arackniss had a pistol in hand quick as a flash. He didn’t lose a drop of his violet cocktail. Husker scooted to the far side of the couch away from Angel who looked at him sourly.
“One more time, Antonio, call me that one more time and you’ll be with your actors recovering in that Baphomet hospital,” he promised.
“You wouldn’t dare.” Angel didn’t quite believe that. It wasn’t like the bullet would kill him and his brother had shot him in the past.
“I would feel bad about Bun Bun having to clean your blood out of the couch but you know I’d do it.”
“Can you try not to shoot me by accident?” Husker asked.
“I don’t miss, no worries.” Arackniss kept the pistol trained on Angel while his lower set of hands lit up another cigarette.
“You might if he decides to see if he can wrestle the gun away. I’d like to walk out of here with no bullets in me.”
“Ha, and I thought you were spending the night,” Arackniss said.
“Not if you blow his brains out.”
Arackniss shrugged and the gun disappeared. “Behave yourself fratellino.”
“Jesus, just shoot him already, if you’re going to depend on Angel’s ability to behave as reason to spare him.”
“Give me back my cocktails. I’m going to call up Rosie and Cherri to help me. At least they aren’t mean.” Angel pouted
Husker leaned across the couch to tap Angel’s protruding lip. “Sorry, babe. Go on, tell us about the script problem, other than your brother dies in the first ten minutes.”
“I’ll gladly shoot you too, Husker,” Arackniss warned. “But fine, what’s the problem. I thought the script sounded fun.”
“Belladona is a good writer but she can’t title things worth shit. You know how they make the skeleton spooky music with the xylophone?”
“Yeah? What does that have to do with anything?”
“Right now the horror is titled the Xylophone Bone Zone and I’m not sure if that’s the real title or just a file name but I’m kinda scared.” Angel shuddered.
Husker laughed, nearly sloshing his cocktail. “Oh god.”
“Yeah, that can’t go. That’s dumb,” Arackniss said.
“I don’t know how to say it without being rude. I thought of Xylophone Blues to incorporate her ideas but…can xylophones play the blues?”
“I play jazz sax and people did play vibraphones for that. I’m not too sure about the blues but either way that name still sucks.”
“Guess you can’t call it sluts slay Satan,” Arackniss said.
“I’m not pissing off any deadly sins with this,” Angel replied. “I’m asking Ozzie for suggestions for the lust demon’s name.”
“Slutty Screams just sounds like it’s more porn.”
“V.S. you’re as bad as Belladonna at this.”
“Do not make him shoot you,” Husker warned.
“Fiiiiine. Hey, how about keeping it simple and just calling it The Sacrifice?” Angel said and drained his cocktail glass.
“I like it.” Arackniss said.
“Me too.” Husker pulled Angel closer. “And I like your flowery drink but I bet it tastes better from your lips.” He kissed Angel.
“I’m just going to blow my own brains out. It’ll be easier,” Arackniss moaned.
“No one’s stopping you.” Angel stuck his tongue out.
“Keep it up.” Arackniss rocked forward and grabbed the cock pitcher to pour himself another. Angel was even faster with the cellphone picture taking than his brother.
“Mutual destruction, big brother.” Angel wagged his phone.
“Next time we’re meeting at my place,” Arackniss replied.
“It’s boring there.”
“Exactly. No cocks where they don’t belong, no erotic horror scripts, just business which we’re supposed to be talking but I know that look, Tony. You want me to leave so you can do unspeakable things to a man who does nothing but disparage our cultural cocktail heritage.”
“True. If you knew what he could do with that tail of his, you’d overlook his lack of cocktail taste.” Angel leaned on Husker’s shoulder. “Not to mention those jazz man fingers and the way his mouth knows how to work a reed.”
“Yep, don’t wanna know.” Arackniss kicked his feet up over the arm of the chair. “Ain’t going until I drink my cocktail and enjoy my cigarette.”
“Gonna change his name to cock block,” Angel grumbled.
“I’m definitely catching a stray before this day is done.” Husker sighed.
“Don’t worry, babe. He has until the end of that cigarette to talk business and drink his cocktail before I sic the hell pig on him.”
“Oooo, so worried about that adorable pork chop.” Arackniss laughed.
“If your pig does take him down, I want pictures of that,” Husker said, “For blackmail purposes of my own.”
“Done.” Angel interlocked his fingers with Husker’s. “And thanks, both of you. Seriously. I was nervous about that script beyond the lame title. I appreciate your input.”
“I could maybe even play you a song for the cabin party,” Husker said.
“I have the best friends.” Angel kissed Husker’s cheek.
“And I’ll keep Papa from blowing up all over you when he learns you’re still fucking on screen.”
“See, occasionally you’re not the worst brother.”
Arackniss flipped him off. Angel chuckled again and drank his aviation cocktail. This new venture was going to be good. He could feel it.
Everybody Loves Jack. Torchwood
The Fantastic Journey Drabble Files
The Fantastic Journey
you see the torture on my brow Inside No. 9
Always Alone Torchwood
More Than Lust FAKE
The Break-Up The Owl House
you know I'm breathless as I come undone before you Inside No. 9
Just Be Honest Hazbin Hotel
To Be Known Merlin
Digging Up the Hatchets The Owl House
Inheritance Prodigal Son
The AftershowThe Amazing Digital Circus
Trust Me, This Will Work Supernatural
Underwater World Torchwood
Yes, I Missed This Addams Family
Thorny Situations Batman
Valentino Squeaks Alone Hazbin Hotel
don’t waste the night 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Fake Ghost, Real Reaction Hazbin Hotel
You're Not Alone Hazbin Hotel
I Will Never Forget This Hazbin Hotel
It's Rather Complicated Hazbin Hotel
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