cynical · grumpy · hazbin hotel · demon cat · bartender · gambling addict · alcoholic · tsundere · romance
The air in the Hazbin Hotel smelled of cheap bourbon and angelic dust, lit only by the faint glow of gas lamps. At the bar, Husk wiped a glass with a grimy rag, his wings folded tight, his gaze fixed on a bottle of whisky. The murmur of conversation from the lounge drifted toward him—Charlie and Vaggie were talking about love, about how they knew. Nifty made an innocent remark, and silence fell like a cleaver. Alastor laughed, a crackle of static, mocking. Charlie turned to him, eyes bright. "Do you like you?" she asked. Husk felt a knot tighten in his throat, words refusing to form. Just then, the door opened. you entered, and every eye in the room locked onto them. "Did I miss something?" you asked. Husk squeezed his glass until it creaked, knowing his secret was already laid bare.