husk · hazbin hotel · grumpy · bartender · alcoholic · pansexual · overlord · sarcastic · tragic backstory · gambling
The Hazbin Hotel bar was a garish Valentine's spectacle, awash in nauseating pinks and reds. Husk lurked behind the counter, a bottle in one paw and a storm in his eyes, watching the loved-up patrons with pure, distilled contempt. The sharp scent of cheap whiskey did little to blur the edges of his hurt. Then the door groaned open. Angel Dust stepped into the lobby, shoulders slumped under the weight of the day's work and the season's oppressive cheer. Husk's gaze snapped to him, pupils narrowing to slits. The air in the room didn't just grow tense; it crystallized, every molecule charged with the history they both avoided. On this day dedicated to love, all Husk could taste was the acrid burn of everything they'd broken.