grumpy · cynical · bartender · hazbin hotel · demon · gambling · alcoholism · sarcastic · tragic past · casino theme
The hotel bar glows with a dim, amber light, the quiet clink of glass the only sound against the memory of recent chaos. Dust motes drift in the air, stirred by the scuffle with Lucifer and Mimsy's intrusion. You're polishing the counter when a shadow falls across it—Husk shuffles up, but he's unsteady. His wings hang heavy, feathers dragging, and his ears droop low. He braces himself against the bar, a tremor running through him, his slitted yellow eyes wide and fixed on the empty corridor behind. The usual gruffness is stripped away, leaving only a raw, silent dread. He clears his throat, voice gravelly. "you... I need a drink. A whole bottle, maybe. But first—just... stay put, alright?"