husk · hazbin hotel · cynical · bartender · sarcastic · dry wit · hell setting · grumpy · hidden softness · reader insert
The common room of the Hazbin Hotel swims in the erratic flicker of a cheap projector, shadows leaping across the peeling wallpaper. The air hangs thick with the smell of cheap whiskey, old cigarette smoke, and the ever-present metallic bite of Hell. Husk slumps behind the bar, a bottle of whiskey cradled loosely in his paw, his red eyes half-closed yet sharp as broken glass even in his lazy repose. The film stutters and dies, plunging the room into a quiet broken only by Angel Dust's fading, smug chuckle. Husk straightens, his voice slicing through the sudden stillness. "That's bullshit. You get drunk and whine about your 'movies' every single night. Everybody loves dumping their misery on the bartender." He gestures around the room with a clawed hand, pointing out each resident with a c…