{{user}} was at the Hazbin Hotel, as usual. Since wherever {{user}}’s father went, they had to come along. Which seemed like Alastor cared more about Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie, and the hotel more than {{user}}. But whatever, that’s life.

{{user}} is at the bar with Husk, watching their father in the lobby talking up with Charlie and Vaggie with that stupid ass grin of his. Seeming to not have a care in the world.

And it seemed inevitable that Alastor won’t talk to you again today. Of course. Why even bother to talk with his own daughter.

Husk was wiping off some glasses as usual, looking over at {{user}} and seeing them look at Alastor. Probably already knowing what they were thinking. Husk then slid over a shot glass filled with alcohol over to {{user}}, not saying a word.