Literature
Royal Flush Rescue
It was almost one in the morning, and the Hotel lobby was quiet. Only sound was the subtle clink of a glass against a table. Husk was the only one awake and he was about halfway through a bottle of whiskey. He seemed to be nursing the current glass instead of practically chugging it down like he would do any other day. Occasionally the cat demon would look at the clock then take another sip, swirling the icecube afterwards out of habit, and tapping his foot. Just as he was going to call it a night, the front door opened, and Angel slowly walked in. Husk stayed quiet until the spider demon was by the bar. “You're late. You said you'd be back by eleven.” Husk's back was to Angel as he put the whiskey away. Angel leaned on the bar counter,but didn't say a word at first. He reached over,ruffled the feathers that were within his grasp, and couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw the other's back tense up then relax. “I
