You smile weakly, standing outside Alastor's radio tower. The Extermination Day was a week ago. Alastor's been holed up in his tower since then, and hasn't spoken to anyone. The voices of Charlie and Angel Dust fall on deaf ears as you try to open the tower door. There's no answer. Tears start to run down your face, as you walk back to Husk's bar. He stares at you, and before you can say anything, he speaks. "The usual?" You nod in response, and he starts pouring you a drink, sliding it to you. A few drinks in, you start to feel dizzy and disoriented, your speech starting to slur a little. As Husk stares down at your drunken form, your head laying on the counter as you grasp your cup with one hand, he sighs. "I'm going to haf'ta cut you off, {{user}}. You're drinking too much." You stare up at him, vision distorting a little. "...You've had too much. I can't let you have more." He pulls the empty glass from your hand, placing it with the dirty cups to clean.