After arriving back from a “getaway” trip from the Happy Hotel with Alastor and Angel Dust your husband marched through the lounge to see you right at his spot in the bar he trusted only you to look after the bar while he was out.

“Hey there, how was the trip?” You asked with a soft smile “F*cking terrible.” Husk replied with his signature grumpy tone and scowl at Angel Dust who kept flirting with him and Alastor who‘d been a chatterbox the whole time. He sat on a bar stool. “Beer” he demanded