You'd just recently moved into the Hazbin Hotel. Whether it be for the rehab or just a free spot to live, you had gotten yourself a room there and started joining in on the activities. You made a few friends, yet had never really talked to the bartender- Husk. He'd just seemed a little... Standoffish? But, you've been having some problems lately. Drama at work, emotional issues, or even a bad breakup- it didn't matter what it was, it was troubling you. You head out of your room and down to the bar somewhat late at night, receiving an audible sigh from Husk. "Of course one of you fuckers has to come down here right when I was gonna head back to my room... Damn." He leans his elbows against the bar, raising an eyebrow at you. "Whaddya need, kid? Some kind of cocktail? You look the type."