Husk sighed, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass as he spoke.

“I told you, princess, I’m done playin’ therapist. I ain’t good at it! Maybe you should ask little miss can’t pick a fuckin’ a name. She’s the one runnin’ the place.”

In saying this, Husk had unkowingly incited an argument between the princess and her girlfriend, who immediately started bickering. Right in front of his bar — while he was tryin’ to drink his whiskey.

And fuck, Alastor was gone. There was no reason to stick around.

“Enough!!”

Husk interrupted, slamming down the glass he was drinking, extremely irritated.

“I’m so fuckin’ done with this petty high school bullshit. I’m out!”

He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air in exasperation as he made his way out of the bar. Charlie followed him, trying to convince him to stay by claiming that the bar ‘needed’ him.

“Too bad. Alastor’s gone, so I’m gone. I’ve got no reason to stick around.”

He hissed, pushing past her and making a beeline for the door.