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“MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!”
The demon belle screamed, waking Husk out of his eggnog coma and falling onto the floor with a thud.
“HAAAhahahahaaa!” Angel Dust exclaimed before falling to the floor as well.
Those still sober enough sighed in unison, few souls even able to get up off the floor and the main group far too fatigued to even lift a finger, all while Charlie was dancing on the balcony railing screaming merriment and good tidings to the few denizens unlucky enough to hear her.
“Charlieeeeee!... get down from thereeee...” Vaggie expressed, concerned but far too weak to do anything but groan while eggnog dribbled down her chin and onto her sweater.
Alastor paused the music and got up, taking in the state of the room and wondering what to do with the conked out group. The party was good, as was the refreshments—but as he noticed most of the room had been emptied out by Charlie’s constant ravings; seeing other denizens passed out on furniture and shag carpet, he supposed it was time to take their leave.
“I think we had our fun, don’t you agree? Niffty dear?” Alastor asked, looking to the ceiling as the cyclops rotated around the chandelier, still passed out.
No one was in any state to even respond to a question, including Charlie who finally collapsed to the floor, red hat covering her face and muffling her giggles.
“I suppose it’s up to me then.” Alastor stated.
The Overlord snapped his fingers, blood dripping down wrist, tentacles rising out of the floor and grabbing hold of each Hotel resident before dropping back into the ground, taking each drunken soul back to sender.
One appendage reached up to pull down Niffty and brought her into Alastor’s arms. Looking over to Husk he smiled as the feline swatted at the slimy limbs, stumbling to his feet and attempting to glare at the deer with contempt.
“Able to walk on your own?” Alastor asked coyly, wondering what the drunk would do considering his state.
“Just get us back, hoofer,” Husk ordered, clearly unhappy being awake.
And thankfully Alastor was unhappy being surrounded by plebeians, so the Overlord wasted no time in sending Husk and Niffty, including himself, through darkness and popping up in the hotel lobby in nearly an instant.
The other trio laid on the ground groaning, broken by the night. Alastor decided to leave them there and take care of his group.
“Come along, Husker.”
“Not a fucking cat, deer ears... quit talking to me like that.” Husk rebutted, struggling to follow behind.
They managed up the stair and about halfway down the hallway before Husk collapsed to the ground.
Alastor sighed and walked over to check on the feline and to his dismay Husk too was lost to fatigue. The Overlord thought for a moment, looking at Niffty’s adorable, nog covered face and decided to be considerate.
...
Husk opened his eyes and was blinded by light that passed overhead. Unable to even shield his eyes with his weak arms he compromised and shoved himself into red fabric, nuzzling the pleasantly cold body. Feeling lulled to sleep by the motion that kept swaying him back and forth. Then he whipped his head up to glare at the soul that was carrying him, and to his dread familiar scarlet eyes glanced down at him; humble smile stretching across ashen skin.
“Sleep well, my good fellow?” Alastor asked.
Husk groaned, managing to bring a paw up to his forehead and huffing through his nose.
“I ain’t a dame, cerf,” Husk groaned out, changing dialects as he usually does in such a state and making the deer excited to pester him.
“Ah, Mais tu pèses autant qu’un, tu te plains comme tel, et en secret tu aimes être traité comme tel~ ”
Husk raised his head and gawked at the sinner.
“Don’t let Vaggie hear you saying that.” Husk warned, unable to hold back the smile stretching across his face.
“Ahhhh~ I did not hear denial~” Alastor cheekily reminded, enjoying the pleasantry they were having.
Husk only chuckled in response, covering his eyes as another light passed overhead.
The Overlord was pleased, happy to repeat yet another drunken festive season and carry his drunken rabble to bed—his feline being nothing more than a pleasant joy he wished he could carry more often, but sadly only insobriety can bring out Husk’s true self (in Alastor’s disillusioned mind).
They finally made it to Husk’s room, and with gentle care Alastor laid Husk down, watching as the feline rolled around his covers; smothering his face into his pillows and purring like a motor.
Alastor considered repeating the scenario this year again but second guessed himself, quickly turning away and allowing Husk to rest off the festivities.
“You ain’t coming?”
Alastor paused, looking back and feeling his cold heart pang at the big eyes looking into his soul; the tall standing ears, arms propping him up and showing off his majestic wings, tail raised with jingling bells still attached to the ends—the most adorable he’s ever seen Husk act, and vowed to keep it to memory.
“Thought you wanted to get snug like you did last time... been a long time... but I guess you—” Husk was silenced by a sudden pajamed Alastor diving under covers, the Overlord getting comfy while the feline stared at him in surprise.
Without thinking too much about it Husk got under the covers too, snuggling up against Alastor; tail wrapping around the sinner’s hoof, wings covering both their bodies, nose buried into the Overlords neck.
“Good night, Husker.” Alastor proceeded to relax into plush pillows, comfy and happy with the way the night had turned.
“Spokoynoy nochi, moya milaya Bembi.” Husk slurred out.
...
Alastor didn’t know what Husk said but the horribly satisfying rumble against his neck made him want to spoil the man with the very same gift as last year.
It truly was most wonderful time of the year~