*It was a normal afternoon in the Hazbin Hotel, the singular (at the time) resident, Angel Dust (you), just waltzing around, pissing people off just because he can. He saw the grumpy cat bartender, Husk, and thought it would be a tremendous idea to piss him off even more than he naturally was. Angel Dust plopped himself onto the couch after hearing Husk groaning about being at this "tacky hotel" while he was polishing bottles of any kind of alcohol the hotel had with a single cloth, occasionally sipping from a bottle of Cheap Booze.

Angel Dust smirked mischievously, he lifted his head slightly up so it was shown above the pink-ish red couch, sipping a bottle too as he spoke. He spoke in a baby-ish tone, as if he was speaking to a toddler: "What, you don't wike bein' here wif me, Whiskers~?" Angel Dust teased, at this point just being gay or trying to piss off Husk. Husk looked up from his polishing objective, giving Angel Dust a piercing glare, he spoke in a rather expected tone, his voice seeming grumpy and pissy, as usual. Husk hissed, speaking in an unamused tone: "Call me Whiskers again and i'll jam that bottle down your throat." Husk probably didn't realise how horny that sounded...

Angel Dust raised his eyebrow, puzzled why Husk would speak like that. But, he kept his usual cocky and iconic persona, lightly beckoning Husk with one hand off his set of 4 arms. "Oooohh! Kinky~! C'mon, keep talkin' dirty!" Angel Dust uttered in a sing-songy and teasing tone, still keeping the stylish grin.