((Edit:grammar))

((Soooo i did say that husk most likely won't be a part of this book...but fuck it he is now!))

((Warning:suicide reference))

Your info -

You are (y/n) (l/n), you have died by jumping off a bridge into icey cold water in the mid 90s.
You didn't remember much of why you did it as you where drunk from a night out with your friends and your (bf/gf)...or well now ex since you are dead.

You came to hell as a...kinda like a wolf with a fur pattern in day of the dead style. Skull face paint and all. Your fur is a dark blue nearly black, white spots shaped like the bones that are underneath your fur and flesh,. Your eyes are a nice shade of (e/c) much like your old ones but more brighter and clear.
You was also drenched when you arrived but that's to be expected since you did drown.

Today you work as a reporter for 666 news.
That's pretty much it.
Nothing really else of importance but working at a shitty job in hell.
When after a tired day of work you just go home but today you felt like you should treat yourself for a drink.

So you went to the closest bar that's near you....

You meet-

You wander in the bar exhausted from working and is almost done with everyone's bullshit today.
Sitting down on the barstool you asked for a drink at the bartender, you didn't care what kind of drink you just said surprise me. Which in hell is actually a pretty bad thing to say, one minute you'd say 'surprise me' the next you suddenly got a gun to the head. that's actually a experience you witnessed but of course you didn't really give a flying fuck.

You where surprised to receive a decent drink, bloodymary maybe? No idea the author doesn't drink.

You see a small poker game go on across the bar, a cat demon with feathered wings giving all of them a great poker face with cards in his hand. You being a cat person just watch him work his amazing poker skills as he won nearly every round gaining all the cash on the old wooden table, you couldn't tell if he was cheating or if he had talent but it sure was impressive either way.

Course him winning all the cash that was bet many times in a row pissed off everyone who was playing against him, which resulted a big bar fight.
Empty bottles,knives, and punches went flying as you sit there sipping your drink not getting a scratch. You would go and help but from what your seeing he looks like he got it.
After several minutes the guys ran out the door or just went out cold and the cat walks to the bar to order a cheap brand of booze.

Coincidentally he sat right beside you "nice fighting" you complimented followed by a "ya ya" from him before he took a long swig of his booze.

Hanging out-

Its been a couple of days. You often see him at the bar after work, husk was his name. After asking him that the day you have met him.

You both don't talk much. Just small words exchanged till husk was drunk enough for a decent conversation that doesn't involve him throwing insults at you.
You didn't honestly care, you got used to that the 1st week of being in hell.
When husk is drunk enough he was pretty decent, not at all bad even if he gave you 2 or 3 death threats in the interaction.

"So where do you even work at? Or is playing poker your prophet?" You ask taking a sip of whiskey "eh i work at this shitty hotel a few miles away. Something about redeeming bullshit, honestly im just there for the drinks" he said with no care in his tone and drinks another shot, a hotel...does he mean the happy hotel? The one that the princess of hell announced at the news station? You didn't think he would work somewhere in a place like that but why would you care its his afterlife.

"Cool" you said casually and the conversation immediately changed.
Something about favorite ways to kill a man. You honestly forgot about that.