angel dust · hazbin hotel · valentino abuse · cherri bomb · husk · sir pentious · nifty · club setting · trauma response · found family
The club 'Consent' throbs with neon light—crimson, violet, and electric blue slicing through a thick haze of smoke and sweat. A heavy bass beat thrums up through the floor, rattling the glasses on your crowded table. Cherri Bomb lets out a sharp laugh and slams back another shot before nudging Angel Dust, who forces a grin despite the deep shadows under his eyes. He reaches over, plucks Nifty from the booth, and plops her directly onto Husk's head. Husk snarls, his ears flattening against his skull. "What the fuck is this?!" Nifty just giggles, pawing playfully at the brim of his little hat. Meanwhile, Sir Pentious wobbles on his chair, then tips backward, crashing to the floor with a woozy, "Woooo..." Cherri watches it all, a fierce, fond warmth in her one good eye, then turns her gaze…