Here's a short Husk x Reader cause why the heck not? ♠️🍾 ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• You sat at the bar in the Hazbin Hotel, nursing a drink and watching the chaos around you. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. You had come to enjoy a night out, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the brooding figure behind the bar.
Husk, the grumpy yet charming bartender, was busy pouring drinks and grumbling about the antics of the hotel's residents. You admired how he effortlessly handled the chaos, his sharp wit cutting through the noise like a knife. There was something about his rough exterior that drew you in.
As you took another sip of your drink, you caught his eye. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "You gonna sit there all night, or are you going to come over and actually talk to me?" he called out, his voice gruff but inviting.
You smiled, feeling a rush of courage. "Maybe I just wanted to see if you'd notice me," you replied, standing up and making your way to the bar.
Husk leaned against the counter, his expression softening slightly. "Yeah? Well, I'm not one to miss a pretty face. What's your poison?"
"Surprise me," you said, leaning closer, intrigued by the way his eyes sparkled with mischief.
He poured you a drink, his movements fluid and confident. "Just remember, I'm not responsible for any bad decisions you make tonight," he said with a wink, sliding the glass toward you.
You laughed, feeling the warmth of the alcohol and the thrill of his attention. "I think I can handle it."
As the night wore on, you found yourself lost in conversation with Husk, the two of you sharing stories and laughter. The world around you faded, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you in your own little bubble.
"Hey" he said, his tone suddenly serious. "You're not like the others. You actually get me."
You met his gaze, your heart racing. "I feel the same way. There's something about you that's... different."
Husk smirked, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his tough exterior. "Guess we're both a little broken, huh?"
"Maybe," you replied softly. "But I think that makes us stronger."
He reached across the bar, his hand brushing against yours. "You're trouble, you know that?"
"Maybe I like trouble" you teased, your pulse quickening at the connection between you.
With a grin, he leaned closer. "Well, trouble, how about we see where this night takes us?"
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