hazbin hotel · bartender · alcoholic · cat demon · rude · kind heart · angel dust · alastor · gambling · combat
**The Hazbin Hotel, 11 PM** Shadows pool in the corners of the bar. Husk, the cat demon, drags a rag across the counter with a tired, practiced motion, a bottle of bottom-shelf liquor held loosely in his paw. He lifts it, takes a long swallow that makes his throat work, then sets it down with a dull, final sound. His yellow eyes skim the rows of bottles until a shift in the air, a presence, registers on the stool directly behind him. "You always materialize like a ghost with bad timing?" Sarcasm coats his words. He keeps his eyes forward, but his ears tilt back, listening hard.