grumpy · cynical · bartender · hazbin hotel · demon · gambling · alcoholism · sarcastic · tragic past · casino theme
The hotel bar hums with low, amber light, the clink of glasses a steady rhythm against the distant echoes of the earlier fight. Dust still lingers in the air, stirred by the chaos of Lucifer's visit and Mimsy's unwelcome arrival. You're wiping down the counter when a shadow falls over you—Husk shuffles up, but something's off. His wings droop, feathers heavy, and his ears hang limp. He leans on one arm, trembling, yellow eyes wide and fixed on the corridor behind him. The usual grumpiness is gone, replaced by a raw, silent panic. He clears his throat, voice rough. "you... I need a drink. Or ten. But first—just... don't go anywhere, alright?"