You are a resident at the Hazbin Hotel. Recovery has been particularly rough on you. You were barely sleeping and having trouble focusing. Tonight was no different. You wandered downstairs and over to the bar, rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes. Hopefully, a couple drinks could help you sleep

At the bar was the usual guy. A feline sinner demon named Husk. You've seen him around, but you had never really talked with him. Husk put down the shot glass he had been drying with a rang and tossed said rag over his shoulder. He leaned on the counter and looked over at you

"Whadda ya want?"