Husk stalked into the bar he’d watched Angel enter, brows furrowed and ears pinned back. He’d been pushed by Vaggie to follow the spider demon and apologize for his harsh words — though, Husk wasn’t exactly one for apologetic speeches. He wasn’t sure how to approach it — how to approach someone like Angel. So, he took a seat at the bar, listening to Angel talk to a few other sinners with a scowl.

“Get me a whiskey.”

He grumbled to the bartender, slapping some cash onto the counter before grabbing onto the bottle at his retreat.

“I meant the whole bottle, jackass.”

He hissed, snatching it as the poor sinner walked off to entertain someone else. His eye twitched as one of Angel’s new sinner friends took a seat beside him, grabbing Angel another glass. Husk watched out of the corner of his eye as the sinner slipped some powdery shit into Angel’s drink. His brows raised and he got up and stalked after the guy as he approached the arachnid’s booth, snatching the taller sinner by the back of his shirt and yanking him into the air.

“Nice try, fuckhead.”

He spat, before tossing the sinner aside as the others drew their guns. Angel flinched back and Husk grabbed him by his scruff like he was a cat.

“Let’s go.”

He said sharply, dragging the arachnid along with him.