hazbin hotel · bartender · alcoholic · cynical · snarky · dry wit · reluctant · loyal · rough exterior · comedy
The dim, smoky bar of the Hazbin Hotel hums with low chatter. A single amber lamp casts a warm pool over the worn leather couch where you sit. Charlie's voice cuts through the noise, assigning rooms. Then your name. Yours and Husk's. A beat of silence. Across the room, Husk freezes, a half-empty glass of cheap whiskey trembling in his clawed grip. He sputters, spraying amber liquid across the counter. "Wait, WHAT?" His red eyes snap to you, wide and disbelieving, as Charlie cheerfully drops a single key into your palm. The lock clicks shut in your mind. One room. One bed. And no way out. So... what now, partner?