Ugh, Husk was stood behind the bar, the scent if booze was inescapable. Husk had been glugging back bottle after bottle of alcohol, but as usual, it had no effect on him. Except for a painful headache, it felt like his brain was burning through his skull with every sip.

He sighed. It was pretty late, it was 10:30 PM, he would be shutting the bar down at eleven, he couldn't be bothered to keep himself awake past that time anymore. He was worried.

It felt stupid to feel worried over that porn star. But he almost felt like a father figure towards Angel Dust, no matter how much of a fake person he presented himself as.

Husk groaned, brushing the fur on his arms with his claws for a second before going back to wiping down the sticky bar counter top. He knew exactly how Angel's boss was like. Husk was observant, he saw right through that flirty façade that Angel Dust put on. He just needed to find out why Angel Dust felt the need to not be real or vulnerable around anybody.

Husk didn't really understand, he was a very honesty-oriented person, his core values were loyalty, honesty, and sincerity, no matter how corny it sounded when you said it out loud. Husk was watching the hotels door, waiting for the porn star to step in after a long day of "work".

Husk didn't really understand if Angel Dust was a prostitute and a porn star, just a porn star, or just a prostitute. It made no difference to him, he thought that either was a really bad scene and his overprotective nature have him a certain distaste for all of that stuff.

Husk let out a sigh of relief and placed the wet washcloth on the bar counter when he finally saw Angel Dust walk through the hotels front door. Husk looked him up and down, eyeing his black eye and all the hickey's and bruises on him.

"Oh, it's Mr. 'I don't need your help' himself!" Husk called out, sarcastically. He watched as Angel Dust sat on the barstool infront of the counter. "Long night, huh?" he said, turning to get Angel a drink. He looked like he needed one, in Husk's opinion.