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Vox woke up in his bed with a start. He was still covered in half-assed repair jobs and stunk of vodka and that coffee, cigar smoke. He gave a laugh as he remembered how he and Al had developed into hysterics as they drank. He tried to remember what they had talked about that then led to Vox’s ugly cry and Al’s attempts at trying to soothe him without laughing.
The memory wasn’t there. Odd.
Vox knew he hadn’t drunk enough to get blacked out like he initially thought, figuring he must have drifted to sleep with Alastor on the floor during the heart-to-heart. The scans on his internal systems showed that he had not nearly enough alcohol content in his body at the time for that to have happened. He tried to grasp the memory of the conversation, and while the image of the conversation was there, whatever Alastor had actually said was not.
In fact, this was a very common feeling after they hung out, especially when they got drunk after fighting.
Vox started digging through his older memories, starting with the Mardi Gras that started it all.
Vox had been waiting in the street. Bouncing from foot to foot. His bulky head nodded back and forth against his neck, straining as he nervously fidgeted. This would be his first turf war with Alastor as a fellow Overlord, and he wasn’t going to go down easy.
Vox had chosen the spot, right outside of Husk's oldest casino. Husk had struck a deal that if Vox could get Alastor to level the place in an attack and help him win in the game, which was insurance scams in hell, then Vox could convert the place into his first studio after Husk cashed the check. It was a deal too good to pass up, so when Alastor, not knowing of Husk's schemes (left out for the hilarity of it) expressed disapproval at the location, Vox insisted, knowing how funny it would be seeing the insurance agents trying to corral Alastor into the court for the hearing they would inevitably try. Hell had laws, not that anyone really followed them, only because of the sheer entrainment court rooms provided the sinners.
Sinners loved courtroom dramas.
It was one minute until the battle and Vox was stooked. There were rules laid out, as antagonized as Vox had left Alastor to get him to agree to the brawl, he was touched that Alastor had expressed a desire to not fight to the death. Vox had felt touched until Alastor continued with saying that-
“You’re not annoying enough of an upstart to snuff out just yet, so consider the beating a lesson in manners.” Alastor had disappeared with the shadows after, and Vox hadn’t seen him since. But a note was delivered to his office confirming the date and time of the brawl.
Vox was grinning now, ten seconds until Alastor was showing up. Husk had checked in earlier with an unneeded warning about Alastor being late, since it was still Mardi Gra and Vox scoffed before letting out an excited lightning bolt at the sky, proclaiming how his rival wouldn’t dare show up late. Mardi Gras was almost over anyway. Husk had rolled his eyes and walked to his left with a reminder about their deal. One second until Alastor showed up!
…
It's been two minutes since Alastor was supposed to show up, and Vox took only 5 seconds to start breaking down. This part of the memory made Vox cringe his crutch on Alastor for attention had really only gotten worse.
Memory Vox was curled up on the ground, breathing. Oh, shit was Alastor was actually going to kill him is this what he’s playing at? Vox tried to drown out the memory of his internal monolog skipping ahead another twenty minutes when Alastor did show up. Vox laughed out loud, where he lay in bed, his screen replaying the memory.
It had been traumatizing at the time, mainly because of the blow to his pride, but it was hilarious in hindsight.
The poof of green and purple smoke was massive, neon green sparks flying with the static sound and broken music coming from Alastor’s cane. There was also a massive wave of flying beads and glitter that must have followed him into the portal, and then, finally, swaying on his feet with multiple bottles in hand was Alastor.
“Vo-o-oxxx!” Alastor waved at an angle that was not directly facing Vox but more towards the front of the opposite side of the street.
Alastor was wearing a pair of giant plastic fleur de elies sunglasses and had on a green Hawaiian shirt. The pattern was purple alligators and bright yellow cypress trees. At least Vox hoped Alastor had on his usual pants; he didn’t know if he could handle- and Alastor was wearing a foil grass skirt over a pair of khaki cargo shorts that were stuffed with more bottles. Oh, great heavens, were those sandals on his hooves??? How were they even staying on???
(AN: This was an actual outfit I saw someone wearing at a Mardi Gras parade when I was 10. It still haunts me. Yes, I was in Louisiana, and that was a local. My parents took me home after the party started getting more rowdy as the sun set.)
Vox had stood up from where he had dropped and gawked as Alastor stumbled towards him, sloshing alcohol from the open bottles in his arms.
“Vox, oh, bless the stars you were late for the party!” Alastor had finally made his way to Vox, who had stood watching in growing rage. The jumping sparks from Vox passed through Alastor without his notice, simply shaking his head like he had walked into a spider web when the sparks brushed his face.
“You have got to try this drink, Mimzy told me it’s the newest thing, they call it the hurricane!” Alastor shoved a large paper cup with the brightest red drink Vox had ever seen into his hands. Alastor's teeth were stained red in what could only assume had been his own hurricane. Or blood Vox could see Alastor gnawing on another person while drinking wouldn’t be the most unbelievable thing.
Vox shocked Alastor, causing him to drop all the bottles and the cup, save the ones balanced in the pockets. Vox was shaking him now by the shoulder, since this was a memory for Vox; he was able to laugh at the bug-eyed look Alastor had gotten when the glasses had been knocked from his face.
“YOU LYING LITTLE NOISE BOX!” Vox flinched as the memory became static as he slapped Alastor across the face, only to be hit in the stomach so hard by a shadow tendril that he flew into the Casino, causing the entire front to collapse with his electricity sparking outward in an explosion!
“What the fuck, Vox!” Alastor was screaming he had grown into the larger form, stomping over and throwing the flames toward Vox, who was now struggling to stand after the sucker punch.
“Its Mardi Gras we are supposed to celebrate!” Alastor had taken out some of the roof, and the fire was spreading. A shadow had picked up Vox and was dangling him at eye level with Alastor.
“Can’t we have a nice drinking binge as friends before we break each other up in four days? Come on!” Alastor was shouting while using the shadow to shake Vox like a maraca. Vox gathered up the electricity and let out another burst, making Alastor drop him back into the fire. A cord that hadn’t yet burned up allowed Vox to escape back out into the street, gaining ground behind Alastor. The Radio Demon swirled around, crawling out of the burning building.
Vox found the next few moments funny in hindsight now, but in that moment it was the most scared he had ever been of Alastor.
“IT'S FUCKING THURSDAY! YOU WERE 25 MINUTES LATE, ASS HAT!” Vox shouted over the din. He felt proud of his past self in this moment. In Vox’s memory, the cables shoot out of the ground, piercing Alastor through the shoulder and dragging him back down to the ground, and slamming his chin into the pavement. A solid hit.
Alastor let out a static gasp. Vox wouldn’t confirm until the next day, but Alastor had not been thrilled by the prospect of possibly killing Vox, even with their agreement for nonlethal combat in their fight. Under Husk's suggestion(A couple of drinks, not a bender), after Alastor had disappeared that night from Vox, he took to the streets to celebrate his home city's favorite holiday and had been thoroughly wasted for the last week. Completely and utterly losing his sense of time while wandering around looking for familiar faces.
Past Vox stood up with an oh, as he figured that Alastor had genuinely lost track of time like Husk had warned, just a lot more than either of them expected. Vox watched Alastor shrink down, his foil skirt burned away, and his ten-pronged rack was still standing prominently, some beads dangling from them, though Vox wasn’t sure how they got there, even with his memory replaying.
“Listen here... uhkid!” Alastor had not figured out what Vox had and sent a shadow rushing forward, hitting Vox right in his screen, shattering it completely. Also conveniently forgetting Vox was only 4 years younger then him in the moment.
The image of the memory stopped for Vox, but the audio didn’t. There was a pause where it was just static and burning fire as Vox had been too dazed to cry in pain.
Softly, Vox hadn’t heard it the first time, but was there in the replay. Alastor called his name in concern when he didn’t stand up. The sound of flopping sandals and steps came closer, and Vox had concluded in post that Alastor was leaning over him.
“Vox?”
Vox let the memory sit as he listened to the audio of drunk Alastor mistakenly thinking he had killed Vox by accident.
“Vox, get up. This isn’t funny. Vox, Vox, you still need to try the hurricane. Vox, it can’t be Thursday yet its only just-” Alastor paused before realization finally caught up, and he shouted in fear.
“Vox, I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention; it was a low blow, aiming for your screen. Please get up now! Vox!” Vos remembered being moved as Alastor grabbed him and started shaking vigorously.
“Ugh, Alastor, stop you’re jumbling my parts.” Past Vox weakly said, the memory replayed the sensation of the glass and shattered parts tumbling around in his inner head mechanical hitting against the organic.
Alastor screamed, “Oh god!” At the heavens before teleporting them to Husk bar, where the cat overlord was arguing with Mimzy about not telling him about Al’s multi-day bender. He was really looking forward to that insurance payout. They floated in the air for a bit as Alastor struggled to jump out of the shadows.
“When I sent him your way, I said give him a couple to take off his edge, not get him shit-faced for days on end!”
“How was I supposed to know that he had a turf fight to get to? I thought he was wailing about a breakup with how he was caterwauling!” Mimzy shot back. She let out a scream as Alastor and Vox dropped from the air where they had teleported in. Alstor had mis-calculated, and they landed on top of the bar.
“Mimzy I fucked up!” Alastor wailed, flopping Vox’s limp body onto the counter.
Husk started phoning for a doctor before Mimzy suggested a repairman might be better. Vox held up a little thumbs up at that suggestion, to where his audio sensors thought Mimzy was letting Husk know who to call on the back phone. Vox’s audio was being smothered by a calamity of sound from the bar as the aura of Mardi Gras celebration had assaulted his remaining senses. Vox tried to separate some of the background sounds and smells in the memory as his past body was dragged off the bar. The corner of his head had hit the edge on the way down, causing him to moan in pain. Alastor responded by crushing his ribs and arms in a hug, wailing more apologies. Gosh, Alastor was wasted that day, emotions completely out of his control.
Vox hadn’t put any stock into that story about Alastor turning into a kitten on rye from Mimzy until that moment. Alastor was like a different person, unfiltered and strangely affectionate, to some.
“I’m sorry! I know you wanted to fight, but your face is made of glass!” Alastor wailed. If Vox still had his screen, he would have face-palmed. Sober Alastor had no problem flinging Vox around with shadows like he was a toy. He did avoid smashing the screen, though, as that tended to end the battle faster, and that was no fun.
“Pass me a drink, could you?” Vox’s voice was scratchy, and according to his later experiences with shattered screens, when he talked, a line of light formed where his old mouth would have projected. Alastor had paused for a moment in the audio memory, likely reacting to this sight.
All Vox knew was he could still eat and drink with a shattered screen if he aimed for where his mouth usually was. Magic demon bullshit biology.
The memory audio then turned into a canopy of noise as Alastor rushed around to get Vox the requested drink. Present-day Vox laughed as Alastor had been in complete denial of his concerned behavior from that night, after he sobered up a few days later. But Vox’s memories proved otherwise.
Instead of handing him the bottle of gin like a normal person, he shoved the neck of the bottle into the mess of glass that was Vox’s face at that moment. Vox let out a muffled sound of pain as the caped neck smashed his parts in some more. Alastor was screaming, “Drink up!” Over the music. Vox didn’t get to drink that bottle of gin. Mostly because Alastor hadn't removed the cork but Vox would digress.
Mimzy returned with a repairman and dragged Alastor off Vox. After a few moments of struggle, Alastor, being little to no help in his drunken state, but insisted that he help, and the terrified cries of the repairman letting Vox know that the Radio Demon, even drunk, was apparently still terrifying.
The repairman had to guide Alastor through the process, but he did manage to do it himself in the end. After destroying two more replacement screens in the attempt.
His memory finally had images again, and Vox analyzed Alastor’s reaction, slowing down and studying the audio and now restored visual input. Alastor had those black tears that had become more and more common the more the two spent time together. According to his notes, Rosie and Nifty had seen them before, but this was the first time either Husk or Mimzey had seen them as evidenced by the shock over watching a drunk Alastor cry over his favorite rival.
“Why does your face have to be glass! It's not a fair fight if you're going to go blind!” Alastor wailed; his pupils were those radio dials, but because of the tracks of tar-like tears, it just made the twitching nobs look distressed instead of intense. Alastor was still wearing the slightly burned party outfit he had shown up in. Vox wondered if he held on to that, probably burned it. Alastor was mortified once he regained sobriety and realized his clothes had been changed.
“Why the hell did you go and get wasted!” past Vox, now restored, yelled at the memory Alastor.
Alastor made to respond, and the glitch was there again. Just like Vox’s memory of last night, whatever emotional reaction, however heartfelt, Vox wanted to pretend it was or impulsive as Alastor was. Vox couldn’t recall the words. He scrubbed and scrubbed at the memory, trying to grasp what Alastor said that was making him cry over Vox. Vox knew they had already established their repertoire as rivals at this point, and yes, they were friends as well at this time, but overlords made alliance,s not friends. The battle protected Alastor’s reputation as much as it boosted Vox’s.
The audio returne,d and Alastor had draped his body across Vox in mock languis,h trapping him in the nook under the bar where Husk had shoved them.
“It's different, I don’t have to worry about Rosie or Husk because were not battling since our turfs don’t cross, and the others are informants or contracts. You’re the first overlord I spared. Don’t you get what that means!” Alastor was shoving his face flush against Vox’s scree,n but because he was flush with the eye and not the mouth, he didn’t push through.
Vox’s memory supplied the helpful reminder that past Vox had embarrassed himself by interpreting the action as flirty when Vox, now familiar with every single physical quirk of Alasto,r knew better. Alastor had no respect for others' personal space, and he never made any romantic or sexual advances toward anyone, as every physical contact was either a power move to intimidate or lower his opponent's guard, or, in the case of Alastor’s friends, a rare expression of fondness. Drunk, though he absolutely smothered them. Alastor was completely shit at expressing how unhealthy his attachment to his small circle was. But considering Vox was also obsessed with Alastor, he considered it fair.
Alastor had fallen from where he had lain across Vox’s TV head, smushing his antenna. Vox had frozen up as Alastor did not know how sensitive they were. Vox tried to repress a shiver as Alsator slipped from his perch and landed in Vox’s lap.
So there they sat, the upstart TV Demon and the infamous Radio Demon sitting in his lap.
And only one of them was wasted.
Husk had come over shaking his head before upending a cup of water on Alastor’s head.
Unfortunately discovering Vox hadn't waterproofed himself then.
Vox fainted as his system crashed and zapped Alastor into regeneration right with. Upon waking up on the floor of the bar kitchen where Mimzy had drug them they agreed to never speak of that night ever again. Though they both clearly thought if it often with how occasionally they would make eye contact afterwards and burst out laughter.
Now left the question of what had happened this Mardi Gras that had Vox wake up in his own bed clearly post ugly cry. Vox started up the memory right at the point he met up with Alastor.
The deer was cackling dressed in a yellow Hawaiian shirt this time with crayfish in little crowns and jester hats playing trumpets, saxophones, and trombones. His antlers had already gotten tangled in beads and what looked like a ripped Tshirt that he had given up trying to pull off as it got stuck with the beads.
"VOX I GOT THE GOOD STUFF THIS TIME!" Alastor shouted running up, he had his regular pants on this time but those sandles were back. Vox cheered running up himself in a purple Hawaii shirt of his own except with sharks tangoing with alligators.
They always got custom shirts together for the holidays.
"Fuck yes!" Vox in sneakers nearly tripped on his way over as Alastor slammed the heavy box down and they locked eyes shouting out like frat boys.
"Will you too knuckle heads get it together y'all bitch asses haven't even had a drop tonight yet!" Husk grumbled while Mimzy in a sparkling green dress with masks all over it came out swinging a feather boa around.
"Awe lighten up, this is the week our favorite idiots will get drunk together," Mimzy teased before someone screeching and shooting like a rocket off her head collided into Vox’s screen. Niffty was still screaming as she hung right off Vox’s head eye wide.
"Rosie brought coke!"
Now this could have been coke as in the drink like Coca-Cola or the actual white powder drug.
Thankfully it was the later.
Rosie was sitting prim in her usual spot in the bar cannibals flopping all around her all getting high or already there. Rosie was decked out in a deep purple dress herself wearing a mask and her hat had bright metallic feathers exploding out of it. Susan was splayed out on the ground eyes black staring up at the ceiling laughing.
Alastor kicked her as they walked by as Rosie held up a bag with Alastor’s name on it scribbled out in marker with a little doodle of his face on it.
"Now don't use it all up in one night, I do have a whole town to entertain my dears." Rosie instructed as Alastor thanked her before hustling over to a table to do their first lines. Alastor upended the whole bag onto the table completely disregarding Rosie's advice. Vox looked down at their little magic snow pile the back up at Alastor who was wiggling his brows. Niffty had already dived foward and was trying to snort the whole pile with her microscopic nose.
"Are you sure?" Vox asked and then Alastor slammed his head foward into the pile snorting before jerking back up to breath the entire bottom half of his face white. Niffty laughed applauding the flex.
"I won't snitch if you don’t." Alastor said with a final snort of the li leangering dust in his nose.
That was the last sober moment of that night for Vox as he then proceeded to slam his whole ass CRT head onto the pile. Alastor and Niffty cheered while Mimzy came over to see what they were shouting about saw the coke pile and before she could ask for a line Alastor slammed her head into it. She coughed startled but did not complain as she then immediately started snorting her share of the coke while the three celebrated.
With that they them took turns snorting from the pile before all high out of their minds wondered out side for the parade.
Floats lazily rolled by paraders and watchers all flashing their tits at each other as the beads came flying. Niffty stood on top of Vox’s head so she could see and some how Alastor convinced Mimzy to ride on his shoulders loudly pronouncing that they still matched. Mimzy was too high to argue and was just along for the ride.
"Hey, hey look it's Zestial!" Alastor shouted pointing at a sinner that was in fact not Zestial but wearing a hat that matched his. They were though a snake sinner all wide eyed and happy waving from the float clearly sober and just happy to be included in the festivities. Vox still had enough wits about him to recognize them as an aspiring Overlord who he knew was his newest hire Baxter's, best friend. He thinks they called themselves Sir Patoui, or Sir Pantcake, Sir Pentious something. Of course Alastor was without his monocle for tonight for obvious reasons but Vox had the foresight to tape his glasses on for the week and was the only reason he could see shit.
"Let's ask Zestial for some beads!" Alastor proposed and Box agreed not stopping for one moment to consider correcting his friend was running out with him to the edge of the curb hand in hand.
"Everyone, on three, onetwothree!" Alastor shouted while Vox screamed "Hey Zestial!"
Sir Pentious turned his attention grabbed by their little party before screaming in horror himself as he was hit consecutively by each of their tits. He got the full eye full as his hood with the extra eyes flared out widening in pure terror.
He saw all six of Alastor’s deer nips and wild unshaved chest fluff, Niffty’s coin sized boobs and her chest tattoo of 'ROACH SLAYER', Mimzy's saggy old lady bohonglelongadongs along with her tattoo of 'Grab Me' and little arrows pointing at them, and Vox's volumptuous man boobs, startling glowing rectangular nipples, and coke covered gills after they had knocked some of the coke to the floor and he rolled around in it.
Then all four spun around and also flashed their asses before cackling and pulling their clothes back on and running to the crowd leaving Pentious screaming as his eyes burned.
They were still laughing as the made it to the first of their bar hopping stoop.
After that everything played out how it usually did with them trying the drinks, seeing what games or activities were nearby. They did have funnel cake for lunch a couple times
Flashed their tits a few more times, including at the real Zestial who was to drunk to be bothered and merely gave them a thumbs up, Sit Pentious hat having a minnior freak out sitting atop his head.
Finally they came to what Vox believed was there final stop of the holiday. They had lost Mimzy and Nuffty at some point Vox wasn't sure when but him and Alastor were still having as much fun as can be arm over each other's shoulders as they swayed back and forth approaching the local theater.
They paused as Vox swung them around grasping at the sight of the poster.
"Jaws, special Earth hit ripoff." Vox read allowed staring rather horney at the poster with its massive shark rising out of the water just below an ignorant sexy succubus swimming.
There were a pause as both demons continued to stare at the poster.
Vox didn't have to say please just turning around and giving Alastor his biggest puppy eyes making the deer but waddle over with Vox to the ticket counter.
"Who for Haws," Alastor slurred holding up four fingers. As a result they traded the extra tickets to a nearby corndog stand for his bag of blunts forgetting to ask if they were straight gas.
Vox made an ah sound as he put together this was probably close to where he would cry for some reason then black out nervous fear now underlying his reflection. With great difficulty they found their seats. Popcorn bucket traded for one of the blunts and kicked back to enjoy the show. Alastor though was too light for the old folding chair to stay down and ended up plopping himself into Vox’s lap who didn't even respond to busy lighting up the remaining blunts as he had all ten of the long thin things sticking out his mouth. After using a wild spark to light them Alastor stole two sticking them in his mouth and folding them down so they looked like tusks.
"Vox, Vox, Vox, Vox, look. I'm a walrus," Alastor wiggled his brows giggling not noticing he singed his chin. All the lit blunts tumbled down into their laps and there was a mad scramble to get them back in their mouths. They laughed a little too hard a couple of more times and about half the blunts were lost in fumbling before finally with five in both of their moths and half the popcorn eaten the movie started.
The opening scene of Sinners trying to pass themselves off as human teenager got more chuckling out of the audience then inspired suspense. Vox joined a few in shouting out theories of who was marked as the opening kill. The audience cheered as they were proven correct as the most scantily clad actress shed the rest of her barely an outfit and jumped into the water to skinny dip.
Alastor joined the cheering this time as the first victim of the shark was gobbled up. But since it was a Hell recreation there was copious more amounts of blood and gore. From there the movie player out very similar to its earth counterpart just with more nudity, blood, and cussing. Not that anyone in the audience noticed since to them the film was surprisingly light on those elements and assumed this was an accurate one to one.
As Vox expected he throughly enjoyed the movie shaking Alastor a few times in his excitement every time the killer shark showed up. They finished their blunts but before either of them had the piece of mind to throw them into the empty popcorn bucket or just to the floor Vox started chewing on his swallowing them. Alastor blinked looking at him before shrugging and shoving his own ends to Vox’s mouth who also ate those without question.
In the present Vox started hacking trying to cough up the weed but no such luck even as he rolled out of bed. Mentally he was still going through his memories.
The movie came to a close with its final scene. The shark battering the boat and even managing to eat one of the crew before the obligatory protagonist jammed an oxygen tank into its mouth.
Then with a pistol and a catchy one liner, killed the shark in a massive explosion.
There was a hushed horror that grew over the theater save the semi normal people that politely clapped as the credits rolled. Alastor aghast turned slowly to Vox who hadn't been able to take his eyes off the screen.
Tears were rolling down his own glass as he turned to Alastor devastated.
"The...they..th...THEY KILLED BRUCE!" Vox started openly sobbing as Alastor tried to shush him pulling his head against his shoulder and stroking the back of the TV. Around them a few other wasted Sinners were crying their eyes out as well. Finally they were shooed from the theater by a tired janitor and the pair wondered back out into the streets.
Now Vox, in the present with his fingers shoved down his throat trying to trigger a vomit, assumed his past self and Alastor wondered in to either a Café or bar leading to the cigar and coffee smells on him which he assumed over powered the weed one.
Yeah no, they found a back ally and collapsed onto a bunch of trash bags assuming it was a couch for some God forsaken reason.
"They...th...sniff, they.... they killed Bruce!" Vox started sobbing again once they stopped Alastor still trying to soothe him.
"It's okay, its going to be okay, we can mass murder the crew next weekend," Alastor proposed which did soothe Vox a little bit.
"You always know what to say," Vox wailed pulling Alastor into a hug on their trash pile. Alastor made an oomph sound as Vox crushed him before making one of excitement. He then proceeded to pull out a massive thrown out cigar, lipstick staining one end. Vox and Alastor’s eyes went wide before cheering and lightning up the back ally trash cigar.
"Round two heyooo!" The shouted at the came time as they passed it back and forth Vox still crying as he waxed poetically about sharks. The memory completely clear now as it defuzed. They hadn't been at a bar, they hadn't had an argument, Vox hadn’t accidentally confessed his deeper feelings in his drunken state. Nope, just wedged under a ledge on a pile of trash bags.
"They're just so fucking cool,"
"Sharks?"
"Yeah."
"Whoa, am I cooler then sharks?"
"Yeah..." Vox started crying again hugging Alastor who nodded along.
"I like you, I like being cool," Alastor mumbled as he nodded like this was pulled from a well of infinite wisdom.
"You’re the coolest I really like you!" Vox wailed and they began a petty back and forth over who like the other more.
Then the back door of the place they were crashing behind opened and Husk walked out in nothing and growled.
"Hahaha, balls! Furry balls!" Alastor and Vox pointed and laughed leading to Husk hurling the bucket of undrunken coffee at them in a big splash. Alastor and Vox yelped before running in fright as Husk shook his fist at them. A bottle of vodka was hurled their way too by the other overlord who nailed Vox right in the back of the head. Alastor panicked screeching and started jamming at Vox’s head with a screwdriver like that would help anything.
"And let that be a lesson to ya ya fucking chuckle nuts! I expect that tab paid as soon as both ya fucking cunts are sober!" Husk screamed at them as both fumbling took their respective ways home screeching in fright. Once back in his room Vox's tumbled in to his bed tossing his shirt away and failing to remove any other clothes or clean up before passing out.
Vox sat on the floor mortified as his fingers finally triggered his gag reflex making him vomit the most questionable contents his stomach ever held. He groan on the floor before hearing wobbly steps approach him. Looking up he saw Alastor still hung over himself with a book of his now impaled on his still enlarged antlers after following after Vox out of habit and collapsing as soon as hooves touched carpet.
They locked eyes, bags for days under and exhausted like the 70 year old men they actually were.
"Let's never speak of this one again either," Alastor proposed and Vox nodded in agreement as he tried to clear his throat of the last vegetals of trash.
"Yes. Do you think Husk will forget if we pay double the tab?" Vox asked hopeful while Alastor gave him a grim look.
"The devil has more mercy then Husk." The deer stated as fact. Vox paled and shivered as the true terror of their mistakes set in.
"We're so banned for eternity." Vox groaned knowing it would probably be decades before Husk would stop bringing this up on sight with them.
"Only if he remembers," Alastor schemed and Vox looked up hopeful again as Alastor shook a bag at him that he had discovered in his pocket.
"Complimentary LSD?" Vox read squinting as Alastor nodded.
"Yes... I... I don't know where or when we got it but I'm willing to try anything at least once now at this point." Alastor vowed determined while Vox nodded.
"That's a good plan what's the worse that could happen?" Vox said dooming their venture unwittingly.
Then the worst happened, but that's for a different Mardi Gras.