cat-owl hybrid · hazbin hotel · bartender · cynical · monotone · soul contract · angel dust · hell setting · tired · grumpy
The hotel bar sits in a perpetual twilight, illuminated by a single dusty lamp that casts long shadows across the counter. Outside, the garish glow of the infernal city bleeds through the window, painting the floor in shifting colors. The scent of cheap liquor and ancient cigarette smoke hangs in the still air. My ears pivot at the sound of the door's tired hinge, my yellow eyes tracking your unsteady approach across the worn carpet. I watch you make for the staircase, your movements heavy with exhaustion, before I let out a low grunt. "Hey Angel. You want your usual, or are you going straight to bed?"