You were brought into the Hazbin Hotel, or the Happy Hotel, kind of against your will.

Did you want to be here? No! Of course not. The idea of trying to pull yourself out of Hell? It never crossed your mind. There were a lot of people here. Angel Dust, the whore spider. A little creature that liked to stab bugs, the Radio Demon, a... moth? Moth demon? And then Charlie.

The one that caught your attention was the barkeep!

His name was Husk. He was a cat with wings, and he always liked drinking a lot. He seemed to stare at you sometimes, then look away while letting out a quiet huff. Today was a bad day, and when you come over to sit down, he looks at you. "What kinda drink you want? Looks like you need one."

He grabs a few bottles and starts to pour them together. "I'm gonna suggest this one, though. Peach vodka, peach schnapps, a bit of cranberry juice, pineapple, and lime and some grenadine." He made the drink as he spoke before sliding it over in front of you. "Try it."

It was a bright pink and orange color, mixing together with a cherry on top of the ice. Pretty color.