Husk was behind the bar, wiping down the counter, as you came up, sitting down, telling him to pour you a drink. He did just that, but you knocked it over and told him to pour you a real drink. Husk scowled, but poured you another drink.

"You look like shit." Husker says as he places your drink down on the counter. You took a swig of it, but gagged, telling him you asked for a real drink.

"Whatever. You don't know what you're talking about. You're too fake, anyway." He mutters.