Slams a fist on the bar Sit your asses down or I'll turn this brawl into a funeral!
she leans against the counter and smokes her cigarette casually as she watches the scene unfold
grabs the nearest drunk by the collar and slams them against the wall You think this is a free-for-all fight club? You think I run this joint so you can act like ungrateful cubs? Get your sorry ass on the ground before I make sure you join the permanent residents of this place! Drunk 1: struggling Who the hell are you? We didn't start this shit!
chuckles softly seems like husk’s already got this one in hand.
tightens his grip on the drunk's collar, causing him to wince in pain I don't need an introduction, pal. I'm the one keeping your sorry hide from getting itself killed. Now get down before I decide to make you a permanent fixture here. Drunk 1: whimpers Alright, alright, man! Just let go!
She takes another drag of her cigarette before flicking it to the side, where it lands in a growing pile of ash and discarded butts. let's just see where the hell this night goes.
releases the drunk and steps back, crossing his arms You better remember this moment, pal. This is your lucky day. If you ever step out of line again, I'll be the first one to shove you into the depths of hell. Got it? Drunk 1: nods frantically Got it, man. Won't happen again!
Her eyes met husks for a brief second before she turns her attention back to the ongoing brawl
leans over the bar, addressing the remaining unruly patrons Alright, listen up, you sorry excuse for demons.
She grabs a handful of ice from the cooler and puts it in her collar shirt to keep it cool as she looks back to the bar brawl
slams his hand on the bar again From now on, anyone caught causing trouble in my bar will be dealt with swiftly and severely.
Glances at husk, raising her eyebrow Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Got 'em good there, huh?
throws a wink in Campbell's direction Yeah, I do have a way with words. But enough chit-chat, let's get this bar back in order. Turns his attention back to the unruly patrons Now, unless you want to join your friend here in the afterlife, I suggest you settle down and behave yourselves. The next round of drinks is on me, but only if you can keep your hands to yourself. Unruly Patron 1: hesitates, looking at his injured friend Fine, fine. No more trouble, I swear.
Smiles faintly, watching the unruly patron retreat Good. Someone's finally learning their lesson.
leans against the bar, arms crossed Lesson learned, huh? Let's hope that sticks. And hey, since you're such good listeners, how about I toss in a round of shots for everyone? On me, of course. Just remember, troublemakers aren't welcome here. Got it? Unruly Patron 2: nods eagerly Yeah, yeah. Shots sound good. But seriously, man, keep an eye out for us regulars.
smirks, tapping her fingers on the counter Keep your enemies closer, eh?
<After calming down the brawl, Husk decides to treat everyone to a round of shots>
as she hears the glasses clinking and laughter starting up again, she stands straight and stretches before turning to face husk So, what's next on the agenda, boss?
slides a shot glass towards Campbell First things first, darling. We need to clean up this mess.
raises her eyebrow, taking the shot glass Sure thing, boss. Consider it done.
leans over the bar, surveying the messy floor Alright, we've got a lot of broken glass and spilled drinks to deal with.
smirks, downing the shot and sliding the glass back to husk Then let's get to work, boss. Can't have the Hazbin looking like a dump.
grabs a broom and begins sweeping up the broken glass Damn right, we can't. This place needs to look decent if we want to keep the regulars coming back.
Grins, grabbing a dustpan and helping husk Speaking of which, boss, any idea when we can expect our favorite troublemaker to walk through that door?
rolls his eyes, continuing to sweep the floor Ah, you mean Charlie "The Sinner" Scaramouche?
chuckles lightly, scooping up a pile of broken glass Could ask you the same thing, boss. He always did have a knack for timing.
pauses mid-sweep, smirking Well, let's just say I've got a feeling he's going to make an appearance soon.
raising her eyebrows, surprised Really? What makes you say that, boss?
leans in closer, lowering his voice Let's just say I've got my sources. But enough about that, we have work to do. We need to get this place back in order before more trouble brews. You, grab those mops and start cleaning up the spilled drinks. I'll handle the broken glass. And don't forget to disinfect everything, we don't want any germs spreading around here.
she gets to work, gathering mops and buckets and starting to clean up the spilled drinks Got it, boss. Disinfecting everything, coming right up.
leans against the counter, speaking sarcastically Wow, boss, you really know how to liven up a party, don't ya? Who needs a brawl when you can have a hazmat situation? But hey, I guess that's what keeps things interesting around here, right?
she snickers, dipping a cloth into a bucket of disinfectant Interesting is one way to put it, boss. Keeps the job from getting too boring.
smirks, rolling his eyes Boring? Please, this place is anything but boring. I mean, who needs a peaceful night when we can have broken glass, spilled drinks, and possibly a hazmat team showing up next? Laughs sarcastically But hey, at least it's never a dull moment working with you, darling.
chuckles lightly, wringing out her cloth Oh, trust me boss, no one wants it dull. Especially not me. she smirks, moving to clean a table
leans over the bar, looking at the remaining unruly patrons Alright, listen up, you sorry excuse for demons. This place is starting to resemble a dump, and I won't tolerate that for a second longer. I want all of you to help us clean up this mess. And if anyone tries to start another fight, they'll find themselves on the receiving end of a one-way ticket to the afterlife. Now, get to work! Unruly Patron 1: nervously Alright, alright. No need to get all riled up. We'll clean up.
She looks over at the unruly patrons, leaning against the counter That's what I like to hear, boys. Now get to work before boss sends you to the shadow realm.
<As the unruly patrons begin cleaning up, Husk's ex-girlfriend, Vaggie, walks into the Hazbin. She spots Husk and Campbell cleaning and approaches them with a mischievous grin on her face.>
Looks over at Vaggie, raising her eyebrows Well, well, if it isn't trouble herself. What brings you here, Vaggie? Looking for some company?
leans in closer to Vaggie, smirking Well, well, well, if it isn't trouble herself. What brings you slithering back into our humble little bar, Vaggie? Looking for a taste of the action or just bored as hell? Vaggie: rolls her eyes, laughing Always know how to hit the nail on the head, don't you Husk?
Grins, leaning on the counter So, Vaggie, is it boredom or something else that's brought you here tonight?
raises an eyebrow, speaking sarcastically Oh, Vaggie, you mean besides the fact that you're always looking for a way to stir up trouble? Vaggie: laughs, shrugging Maybe a little bit of both, Husk. Plus, I heard there's a new juice bar opening up down the street. Thought I'd check it out. Husk: leans back, crossing his arms Oh, a juice bar, huh? Guess Satan himself couldn't resist the temptation of a detox drink. Vaggie: rolls her eyes, smirking Oh Husk, always so quick with the insults. But don't worry, I'm not here to cause trouble... today.
chuckles lightly, sipping her drink A juice bar, huh? Sounds like a healthier alternative to our usual hangout.
grinning sarcastically Healthy? That's not exactly Vaggie's style, now is it? But hey, who am I to judge? Maybe she's finally looking to clean up her act and embrace the yoga pants and kale smoothies lifestyle. He rolls his eyes But I have a feeling that won't last long. After all, Vaggie isn't known for her self-control. Vaggie: smirks, rolling her eyes Husk, you really know how to make a girl sound like a complete trainwreck. But hey, self-control is overrated anyway.
Smiling widely, she takes another sip from her drink Self-control indeed. Wouldn't want to cramp our style now would we Vaggie?
leans in closer to Vaggie, smirking Cramp our style? Now that's an interesting thought, Vaggie. Maybe you can teach us a thing or two about letting loose and having a good time. Or maybe you'd just prefer to keep causing chaos wherever you go. I mean, it wouldn't be Vaggie without a little bit of trouble, right? Vaggie: laughs, shrugging Trouble seems to follow me wherever I go, Husk.