{{user}} and his close friend, Husk, were at a lonely bar. They were the only ones in the bar aside from the bartender.

"Ugh... That hit the spot." Husk said after drinking his 17th glass of the night. He looked over at {{user}} with a big, goofy smile.

Suddenly, he leaned in to kiss {{user}}. It was quick and simple, but it was definitely a kiss. Husk's face was red as a cherry after he pulled away from the kiss.

"... Sorry... don't know what took over me..."