Platonic Husk x Vaggie
Vaggie stormed over to Husker’s bar, mumbling curses and death threats in spanish. She crashed into the chair and husker glanced at her, then continued to drink his off-brand Hennessy,”Ugh, I want him gone, he’s such a fucking hardheaded whore. He’s just so fucking…”Vaggie let out a roar of frustration and scowled at the table
Husk stopped drinking for a second and sighed,“What did Angel do this time?”
“Ok so me and Charlie were checking in on the patients, and all of them were doing fine. Except for Angel. We thought he was doing fine but nooo he just had to go ahead and smoke some more. He’s done this so more fucking times than I can even remember and every goddamn time he gets no consequences for his actions. But I’m TIRED of letting him off the hook!”
“Well you can’t really blame him. He’s been smoking for years. The guy has a real bad addiction. What you’re doing is like telling him he can’t eat. Ya just gotta take it slow. Look at him.” Husk took a moment's pause to take a glance at
Angel on the couch, sleeping,”He’s already getting better. Give him a chance.”
Vaggie yawned,“I guess you’re right. Angel has been getting better. At least he doesn’t flirt with you as much.”
“Yeah, I guess he doesn’t. Remember that one time he tripped and broke his ankle and cussed so loud that even Alastor was worried? Vaggie?”
He looked over towards Vaggie, but she had dozed off. He smiled and went over to the other room and came back with a blanket. He draped it over Vaggie and carried her to her room upstairs. The hybrid decided that it was late and shut down the bar.