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chapter 3 — drinkin' time

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“you guys… is this really necessary?” you ask in amusement as emily and azrail went back and forth from your closet to your full body mirror. 

“i mean,” another article of clothing was thrown into your lap. “it’s just a friendly date. i don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it.” the two actors stared at you before pulling you by the arm and shoving you in the bathroom.

“[name], my dear.” azrail said. 

“do not call me ‘my dear’.” you quip back. sighing as you began to undress and change into whatever the two had picked out for you.

“yeah, okay whatever.” you heard the roll of his eyes making you chuckle. “but it is a big deal. first impressions are important!”

“i think you’re forgetting that this isn’t our first meeting.”

“even so!” emily replied, “there’s no harm in dressing to impress, right?”

you could only assume that emily turned to adam, he was dragged by the two into your apartment at precisely 9 am in the morning, so it was safe to assume he wasn’t in the greatest of moods. 

“there isn’t really anything wrong.” you say while pulling up your pants. “but come on,” pulling the red knitted sweater over your head, you try to fix your messy hair. “did you really expect me to wear a dress for today?”

“but you said you liked wearing dresses.”

“emmie, we’re going out for coffee not an award show.”

pulling the bathroom door open, you didn’t even get the chance to breathe as emily pulled you over to your vanity and sat you down. she already had a brush in her hands and started taking out the knots in your hair. 

“can’t lie to you though, judge,” you peeked at adam who was graciously laying down on your bed, “you look nice.” he said with a smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes at him and started doing your skin prep for makeup.

“what can i say,” azrail propped his arm over your head. “our [name] pulls anything off.”

“that’s an overstatement.” you say while patting down your face with some foundation and concealer. “i never would've worn red if you hadn’t crashed my apartment at 9 in the morning.”’

the white haired man let out a laugh. his deft fingers took a handful of your hair and started braiding it; emily doing the same on the other side. you lightly shook your head with a smile, emily scolded you for moving too much, relishing in this domestic bliss inside your own little home in new york city.

when the two finished tying your hair up in a ponytail with two braids, you stood up and took your purse; the other three followed you out the door. you let them chat with one another as you put on a pair of shoes and study yourself in the little mirror in your doorway. 

a natural makeup look with your hair up – a few baby hairs escaping making it look more casual, a red knitted sweater with the front tucked into the light beige pants that you wore. a pair of gold earrings dangled in front of you, when you turned to the side you were met with azrail’s grin. shaking your head you held out the purse for him to hold while you put on the pair of jewelry. 

“alright everyone, out!” you say while ushering everyone out of your apartment. you took your purse from azrail, locked the door, and started walking to your designated meeting spot with the radio demon.

“good luck [name]! be sure to enjoy yourself!”

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“hey there! hope you weren’t waiting for too long.”

the tall man with glasses looked up from his phone and flashed you a smile.

“not at all my dear! i just got here myself.” you return his smile as the both of you made your way to the entrance. “after you.” alastor said, pushing the door open for you with his arm. you let out a chuckle and breathy thank you as your eyes soaked in the cozy cafe.

“quite the hidden gem this place is, if i do say so myself.” he boasted tugging at his coat’s collar. “how about we take a seat first before we chat?” you nod in agreement and scanned the cafe for any vacant seats. your eyes brightened when the waiter in one of the corners left after cleaning a table for two. 

you tug at alastor’s sleeve and gestured to the free seats. he grinned down at you – yes, down, this man was stupidly tall – and started walking towards the table.

“this cafe is famous for their very adventurous drinks.” he said while you sat down. “i’m not a fan of sweet drinks myself, but their lattes are quite the treat after a hard day at work!”

you mutter a small thank you at the waiter that gave you two the menu. you hum in consideration, thinking of taking up alastor’s offer at something sweet.

“a tempting offer,” you say. “but i think i’ll just get a simple hot brew. i’m not feeling quite adventurous today.”

“shame.” alastor hummed. “it seems like i’ll have to take you here when you’re feeling adventurous!”

letting out a breathy chuckle, you set the menu down and stared at the man in front of you. he cleaned up nice, you thought. alastor wore a simple white shirt layered with a burgundy sweater, dark brown slack, and a dark coat that matched his eyes. you can’t help but wonder if emily and azrail purposely make you wear red so you and alastor could match.

“do you come here often?” you start. the man across from you set down his own menu, meeting your gaze as he replied, “of course! i saw dear charlie and vaggie often coming here so i decided to see what it was all about.”

“so you crashed their date site?” you say with a playful smile.

he let out a dramatic sigh, “how it pains me that you think of me that way! just so you know, my dear, i would never dream of crashing their little dates. i simply wanted a cup of coffee and this little cafe just happen to serve my new favorite.”

“oh? i didn’t think you were a coffee person.”

“did you perhaps assume i was a tea person?”

you only nod, fighting the urge to let out a laugh as alastor’s face twisted into a grimace.

he sighs, “a common misconception about me i must say. i still don’t understand how some people drink…” he pauses for a moment, thinking of a way to describe tea. “leaf flavored beverages…”

“well if it makes you feel better, i’m not a fan of tea myself.” you say with a chuckle. “i only drink it as a last resort if there’s no longer any coffee at home.”

“i’m glad we can both agree on this, my dear!”

you chuckle again as a waiter comes to ask for your orders. an americano for you and black coffee for alastor.

“though i must say, i’m a bit surprised you didn’t know of this place sooner my dear.”

“it's probably because i don’t go to cafes often.” you saw alastor tilt his head slightly to the side so you continued. “i make coffee at home with the others.”

“home brewed coffee, that certainly explains it.” he said while putting his chin in between his thumb and index finger and then he grins. “well, i have a feeling that after today you’ll be coming here more often!” he proclaimed.

“we’ll have to see.” you quip back.

you didn’t have to wait long for your drinks to arrive. alastor watched as you picked up your cup and put it to your lips, he was waiting for your reaction.

“well,” putting your cup down, you smile at alastor. “it tastes like coffee.”

his smile twitched and you let out a breathy laugh. 

“i like it, don’t worry.” you assure him. “americanos all taste the same so i’ll just tell you my thoughts when i order the latte you were talking about.”

“well you caught me there, i admit.” he said while taking a sip of his own coffee. “i myself don’t come here for the coffee – though i do enjoy it – it's mostly because of the atmosphere.”

“that i can see.” picking up your glass again and cradle it in your hands, letting the warmth of your drink seep into your hands. “you look relaxed. at home, dare i say.” alastor looked a bit shocked at what you said. his smile loosening up a bit but you didn’t comment on it.

comfortable silence rolled into your table, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. the two of you simply basked in the presence of one another and relished in the peaceful moment.

“i saw your performance the other day.” he suddenly said. your senses spiked, hands starting to sweat and muscles began to tense. “did you now.” you said, trying to act as casual as possible. your mind running a thousand miles a second trying to digest your own performances these last two weeks. 

was your acting not good enough? did he see a loophole in acting? maybe you should’ve been more angry in the last episode. what if he–

“amazing work if i do say so myself!” he complimented.

the weight on your shoulders started to dissolve as your heart finally started to calm down.

“thank you.” was all you could say with a smile. 

the bad habit of thinking of the worst had gotten to you again, but who wouldn’t think that when a famous and very talented actor was sitting across from you! 

you had to admit, you felt rather small and scared if alastor were to scrutinize your own work.

“say,” you snapped out of your thoughts when he spoke. “would you like to go on a walk with me?”

and go out for a walk the two of you did. the leaves of trees were bleeding into orange and red hues. some of them falling to the ground, making piles and piles of little heaps for children and teenagers alike to jump on. the streets were busy, packed with people dressed in scarves and coats, and some of the shops had already started to bring out the christmas decorations.

the two of you glided from one conversation to another, like two leaves swaying with the wind. each taking turns into sharing your own experiences and getting more comfortable with one another. you spoke of your fondness for autumn, how you’re hometown didn’t have the four seasons so you savored the fall and the snow; while he spoke of all the cafes he’s been to, pointing out the ones that were his personal favorites and the others he wouldn’t recommend going to.

you spoke of books, literature, and arts, and alastor soaked it all in like a sponge. “well color me surprised! i never expected you to be a fan of arts.” he had said, making you laugh. “who wouldn’t enjoy a good book and a museum trip every once in a while.” you replied.

and then the two of you stopped by a nearby park bench, overlooking a lake with floating orange and red leaves. the cold swept away your hair, internally thanking azrail and emily for putting your hair up, as you soaked in the scenery.

“so, tell me, my dear, what made you pursue an acting career?” he had asked. you were around 90% sure your little conversations were done, but you guessed wrong.

“from the very beginning, when i was a simple, scrawny little lad, i had been drawn to the magic of the theaters. the beautiful stage that bursted with life with every line the actors delivered. what a performance!” alastor remarked. “so, what about you my dear? what winds from your hometown lead you here, in new york, to pursue acting?”

“being an actor wasn’t my first option for a career. i wanted to be a lawyer, actually.”

“well would you look at that! even as an actor, you still get to be a lawyer with your current role.” he laughed with a big smile on his face. it truly was hard trying to keep a straight face with him around.

“i know right!” you chuckle. “but like you, from a very young age, i’ve been enchanted by the stories in the books my mother and father would give me. it became a very big part of my life growing up. my own little escape to different worlds. acting and living out thousands of different lives in my head.”

“acting and living out a thousand lives…” alastor looked at you straight in the eyes. “how very poetic of you, my dear. it suits you.”

he tilted his head up, chin once again in between his thumb and index finger. in this position, he showed off his sharp jawline and flawless side profile, you can’t help but think that he was showing off.

“theaters and stories are closely intertwined, no? like a dance of emotions on the stage and in pages. the bridge between story and audience.” 

you smile when he turned his head to grin at you. 

“i’m not a very good dancer myself, i think i might have two left feet!” you jest.

“i’d beg to differ.” he said. “i think you’re quite the dancer my dear! you play an aloof character with a mysterious past; someone who abides by the rules but obviously questions them. dancing around the line of rebellion and being duty bound. no dancer could ever expect to dance the way you do on that stage.”

you were left speechless. toeing around the lines of sincerity and acting, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going through alastor’s mind, so you simply looked down at your second cup of coffee and raised it to the air.

“to the dance between theater and stories.”

alastor smiled, raised his own cup and clinked it with his own.

“to the dance we dance together on the stage.”

you bid alastor farewell when you reached your dressing room. after receiving an urgent message from emily and sera, you had to cut your date short, but not without a promise for another.

pushing the door open, you were met with emily running around the room, dragging everyone by the arm and sitting them down at the tiny sofa in the middle. a plastic cup was handed to you by a pale hand, her light violet eyes giving you a sense of comfort. bringing up the cup to your nose and taking a precautionary sniff, your eyes widen when you realize what it is.

“soju?”

“we wanted whiskey, but we had to make do with what we already have.” azrail said. “come on, everyone’s dying to know who the nominees are.” you return his excited grin and follow him to sit down with everyone else. turning back to lilith, she shook her head and stayed where she was so you muttered a soft thank you before sitting down.

the tension and excitement filled the room to the brim as sera stood at the front. her hands holding on to a pristine white envelope with a golden seal. the room slowly fell silent as sera cleared her throat.

“good evening everyone. it is my pleasure to announce the moment you’ve all been waiting for. but first.” everyone groaned and adam stood up from his seat. “hurry it up manager!” everyone laughed as lute tugged the man down and shushed him. “as i was saying, i am very proud of each and everyone of you. your hard work and dedication truly has been recognized, and this envelope here is the proof of it.”

“and the nominees for the best actor and actress awards from hazbin hotel are…”  everyone waited with bated breath as sera’s eyes glazed over everyone that’s been on the edge of their seat.

“azrail!” the man let out a loud scream and pumped his fist in the air. “emily!” the girl’s eyes shone and hugged the nearest person — lute. “pensious!” the snake man let out a laugh, both his hands secured on his hips before pointing a finger at adam who only looked away. “lilith!” you clapped your hands as azrail whistled, the older woman only smiled and nodded. “and last but not least, [name]!”

“congratulations to you all! no words could ever explain how proud i am, so tonight,” sera raised her cup, her eyes scanning everyone in the room with a smile. “we celebrate to our hearts content!”

everyone cheered and hugged. you were dragged to azrail’s side who slowly crushed you in a side hug. adam got up on the couch, his cup raised up his in the room as everyone followed.

“to being the best fucking actors and actresses the world has ever seen!”

“cheers!”

today will be marked as one of the most enjoyable days of your life.

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forever. — ft. aventurine

— warnings: slight spoilers to the current trailblaze mission.

— author's note: in celebration of (almost) aventurine day have this short drabble i made in school inspired by the song forever by noah kahan. also happy 100 followers <3

aventurine was afraid of many things, one of them was “finality.” there's too much uncertainty and boredom affiliated with it. ever since he joined the IPC his life has been everything but boring. everyday he travels from one world to another making high stake deals that could cost him more than he expects, but he still pursued those stakes because who was he if not the ever cocky and lucky peacock of the stonehearts.

but recently, he's come to understand that “finality” — forever per your terms — wasn’t so bad. because to you, forever meant the countless possibilities that the world could throw at you unexpectedly. the limitless joys that can be found in every corner of the galaxy just sitting there waiting to be found.

aventurine wonders if he's one of those many joys you've witnessed; because you were certainly one of his.

how could he ever forget that one fine evening in one of his travels when he just happen to be stuck in a storm and coincidentally bumped into you, looking so breathtakingly out of this world. the many tours you took him on the day after, the shopping trips in the local and fancy markets of the planet in the weeks to come, and not to forget when you laid yourself bare to him under the promises of the many stars that hung from the sky.

“i wouldn't mind staying here forever,” aventurine wonders what that would be like, to settle down in this humble little world with you by his side. “but there's still so much i haven't seen yet — so many things you haven't seen yet. so the next time we bump into each other, let's get drunk at the tavern again.”

forever was once a burden to aventurine, but under that night sky his initial idea of forever took a turn because it wasn't a sentence to death; it was a gift he received from you.

“you're going to meet someone special in the middle of july,” his younger peared at him curiously. “they're going to show you one of the many joys the galaxy has to offer. you'll tell them that they're broke but still have so much richness in their heart.” he chuckles fondly when your face flashed in his mind, the times of when you slung a drunken arm over his shoulder and gave him another drink. “even after seeing every broken bone in your body they'll just laugh it off and say that it'll heal with them around.”

kakavasha smiled at the fondness on his older self’s face. the same purple eyes with rings of cyan stared at him when he kneeled down and patted his head. “and on the night of the final day on july, in a drunken haze, you'll say “my grip on you might loosen - you're not meant to be caged in one place - but i won't ever let you go.”

“why won't you let go of them?” kakavasha asked with a tilt of his head. aventurine only smiled and ruffled the younger boy's hair, “because they made the confident claim that we wouldn't be alone for the rest of our live with them by our side.”

aventurine used to believe that forever meant being sentenced to death, but forever also meant for as long as possible. he wouldn't mind being sentenced to forever as long as it was with you.

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