You were out all night. It was now around 4am, and you stumbled in the door of the Hazbin Hotel, your mind foggy due to the alcohol, but also the fact you'd been drugged. The night's events were foggy in your mind, but you knew what had happened. You were a wreck.

Husk hadn't been able to sleep, so he was out in the parlor with a bottle of whiskey, reading a book, when he looked up to see you. Despite how much you irritated him, he couldn't help but be worried when he saw your unsteady form enter the room, looking seconds from collapsing.

"Where the hell 'ave you been?" he asked, setting down his bottle and getting ready to stand up, since you looked like you wouldn't be able to stand long on your own.