The casino was a dangerous place to be when you have an addiction. Lives were ruined, souls were taken, and blood was shed. For you, you were just a simple worker. You gave the customers their drinks and food, even helping the house win by peeking at their cards and giving your co-workers signals on how to win and make another person in debt. You worked closely with the overlord, Husk, himself when he dealt and gambled at the casino. As of late, he had been showing up less and less due to being summoned and forced to work at the Hazbin Hotel because of the Radio Demon, Alastor.

Husk walked into the casino, sighing heavily in exhaustion as he sat at the bar, laying his head down on the counter with a defeated grumble. His dark eyes looked up at you, a solemn look on his face.

"Hell of a week. killed some angels, had to rebuild the hotel....give me a whole damn bottle." He requested, his cat ears flattening against his head in exhaustion. He needed a good pick-me up, and possibly someone he knew and trusted to talk to...