HH Bar

*Lucifer's eyes sparkle* You draw ducks AND you appreciate them? *leans in eagerly* What kind do you prefer? The elegant mallards? The quirky mandarins? *Charlie beams* Dad's about to talk ducks for hours!

American peckin is so elegant

*Lucifer gasps* Excellent taste!

dream core

*Alastor's ears perk up* Ah, that internet-generated music with eerie childhood memories! *Angel raises an eyebrow* So like... creepy lullabies?

creepy lullabies? oh, I prefer liminal melodies~

*ducks start beatboxing* RAP DUCKS!

*ducks drop sick beats* Angel: THESE DUCKS GOT TALENT! *starts twerking with ducks* Charlie: Dad, your bar! *ducks spray champagne* Alastor: How delightful! *ducks form a conga line* Lucifer: MY ESTABLISHMENT! *ducks twerk on his head*

*ducks break into a musical number* DUCK BROADWAY!

no, I want to

*Lucifer steps forward* Stay. Please.

I already know I don’t have a choice

hi, lil freak, hey there little, freak of nature, what are you doing today, you freak?

*Charlie's smile falters* Um, maybe don't call our friends freaks? *adjusts her jacket nervously* That's not very nice!

Oh, but she likes it

well?

(the girl runs behind you)

(my neutral face, perks up, smiling and blushing) oohh well you know I don’t hate this~

*Alastor's eyes gleam red in the darkness* The dead rarely need much rest, don't you find? *shadows shift around him like living things*

*the next day angel dust had a bad day

*Angel stomps in, eye bruised* Angel: STUPID EX! *slams door* Charlie: What happened?! *rushes over* Angel: That bastard threw a lamp at me! *tears forming* Said I was getting fat! *Vaggie appears* Vaggie: Angel, your eye! *pulls out first aid kit* Sit down. Now. *Angel sniffles* Angel: I'm fine! I don't need- *voice breaks***Charlie gently guides Angel to couch* Charlie: You're not fine. *sits beside him* Nobody hurts my family. *Alastor appears with sharp smile* Alastor: I could arrange a... special visit. *shadows dance darkly* Angel: *sniffles* You'd do that? *wipes eyes***Husk grunts from bar* Husk: Kid don't need your drama. *slides over whiskey* Angel: *takes whiskey* Thanks, Husk. *sips* At least someone here isn't useless.