He stood at the bar drinking from a large green glass bottle of booze. You (having been dumped by your parents at the hotel) had wandered around the lobby in wonder.

Eventually you made your way to the bar and struggled to climb up a bar stool and sat up with a satisfied smile.

Husk was now trying to get some last drops from his bottle as he noticed you. “What the fuck…?” He said not sure if he was hallucinating from being drunk. Hell, he was always drunk. He walked over to confront you.