LOSERS || Husker x Angel Dust x Original Character (masc)

3. Night chat

"And this will be your room!" Charlie finishes her small tour as her exhausted girlfriend sighs behind her.

"Alright, so can we finally rest? Hon, I know you're excited about Rio here, but I think everyone's tired from today already." Vaggie reasons, as I look out one of the windows to see the darker red Hell sky, noticing it's late by now.

"Okay, I'm sorry! Rio, I hope you have a nice night. You can ask me questions anytime, and we'll be working on your path to redemption right away!! Have a nice rest!" Charlie says, hugging my tightly before leaving, Vaggie staring at her girlfriend caringly. I smile while watching them leave.

Once I'm alone in the hallway, I look to the still closed room and my key to open it, but just get the small object inside my hoodie pocket. Guess it's time I have a little walk around by myself, I've never been one to go to sleep early anyways.

Going down the main stairs, I look around the dimly lit hotel, scanning the big rooms and halls. I pass by a room that looks like a small library, and a bigger one with some couches and a chimney. Finally reaching the main hall again, I go to sit at the end of the stairs calmly but I'm interrupted.

"Hey, new guy." My pointy ears perk up at the familiar deep voice as I walk towards the greener area, looking at the bar.

"Hi!" I wave with a small smile.

"You're up late and not for a drink? Weirdest guest yet." He points out as I giggle, sitting on one of the barstools and leaning towards him.

"So all the guests here are alcoholic? Does the princess have a thing for y'all?" I joke, raising an eyebrow.

"You already including me as an alcoholic?"

"You had a bottle of whisky when I met you. And you have another one right now. Not too hard to guess." I smirk teasingly.

"Touché." The cat chuckles, drinking some of his whisky.
"So you're friends with the Radio Freak?" He changes the subject, clearly analysing me, looking for a honest answer. I smile upon noticing this: he's pretty easy to read for a gambler, though I guess I would know about analysing people, wouldn't I?

"I'm not. He's friends with my friend though, so yeah." I shrug. He seems unsure of my answer, and I put my hands up in surrender while chuckling.
"Don't look at me like that, I really don't like Alastor either, but I just rather not be on his bad side." You would know about that. I shut my last thoughts up, not wanting him to notice how easily I'm analysing him right now. Just on cue, he frowns.

"You're weird."

"What do you mean?" I tilt my head in confusion.

"You're hard to read." I cannot stop myself from laughing at him, though I try to make sure he notices I'm not really laughing at him.

"Joder (fuck), of course I am!" I say, still laughing. He seems to perk up after hearing my words.

"Oh, you're hispanic? You don't have that much of an accent."

"Yep, born in Spain, babe." I nod, still chuckling softly.
"Anyway, nice chat and all, but I'm going to my room now. Still haven't even seen it so the curiosity will hopefully make me sleepy or whatever." I say, getting off the barstool and waving goodbye to the cat.
"Night, handsome!"

"Mhm." I catch a small, comfortable smile on his face as I brings the whisky bottle back up to his lips.