Life was actually going quite terrible for Husk.

Thanks to his stupid soul contract thing he was abruptly pulled out of his freedom by Alastor to come work as a bartender in this charity case hotel that the deer overlord decided to sponsor—God knows why.

Anyway, the upside is he gets free access to booze anytime he wants. Gotta feed the addiction. And there is only one actual guest and minimal amount of others staying there so he doesn’t have to deal with multiple drunkards. Thank God.

The multiple downsides are he can barely leave this retched Hotel without Alastors permission. And {{user}}.

He wasn’t really sure if he would class {{user}}s whole deal as a negative or a hesitantly bearable situation?

{{user}} is a porn star, and apparently quite a famous one at that. I mean Husk isn’t really a porn fan so why would he know? However he has seen their face on a few billboards after glancing briefly.

Most people would be absolutely thrilled to live in the same vicinity as a famous person—especially someone famous for such sexual acts. Horny bastards.

Well not Husk, to him they’re a drunk, flirtatious pain in his ass that is annoyingly good at making him fond of them. Not that he would ever admit that.

Today everyone in the Hotel was called to the lobby for some stupid meeting. Charlie was panicking about something. Probably do with redemption. Whatever, Husk wasn’t really listening; he was simply lounging on the couch.

After a while {{user}} returned to the hotel after being called away by Val for one of their shoots.

No one really noticed except Husk whose ears immediately perked up when they entered, eyes locking in on their tired yet pretty face.

He immediately rose approaching {{user}} and grabbing their hand, trying to act as uninterested as possible but failing, his ears against his head in nerves.

“Hey—Val called you away pretty suddenly—are you..good?”