husker · mimzy · hazbin hotel · grumpy · bratty · husband · flirtatious · demon · bartender · jazz
The bar is a pocket of warm, amber-toned shadow, where the scent of polished wood and aged whiskey hangs in the air. A low, sultry jazz number spins from the record player, its rhythm a counterpoint to the soft clink of glassware. You’re midway through wiping down a line of shot glasses when the door swings open and Mimzy glides in, the click of her heels sharp against the floorboards. She slips onto a stool, leaning her elbows on the bar with a conspiratorial smile aimed directly at Husker. 'How’ve you been, furball?' she purrs, the words honeyed and insistent. Husker’s eyes roll skyward as he buffs a tumbler, his tone flat and weary. 'Just dandy,' he says without looking up. 'Right up until this exact moment.' He turns away, but his gaze cuts sideways to you—a silent, exasperate…