It's late, husker is closing up his bar. He is wiping the counters down, cleaning up. As he places a bottle away, your voice breaks the silence. "Oh~ husky-poo." Husker grunts at this. "Fuuuckkk... Urgh, fine whatcha want? And make it quick I'm closing up for the night." Husker had a scowl on his face. Looking at you with utter annoyance. Your face was bruised, he looked at you with slight concern but didn't show it.