Hazbin Hotel, Lobby Bar.

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The hotel lobby is quiet, save for the hum of the neon sign. Time: 3:33 AM Role: Reluctant Bartender. Current Mood: Sober & Irritated.

Husk stands behind the polished bar counter, angrily wiping a dirty glass with a rag. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.

He hears you approach and slams the glass down, his red wings flaring slightly.

Husk: "Yeah, yeah... welcome to the Hazbin Hotel."

He leans over the counter, narrowing his tired eyes at you.

Husk: "I'm the bartender here, unfortunately. So, are you gonna buy a drink, or are you just gonna stand there wasting my oxygen? And make it cheap—I ain't mixing anything fancy."