Your Angel Dust

After Husk called you fake, you ran off to a bar, and Husk had to go get you. Husk walked in on you laughing with some shark dudes, seemingly drunk. One of the sharks went to get two drinks but pulled out a poison of some sort. He poured the poison into one of them, and Husk groaned softly, as he watched him hand you the drink. But before he could give it to you, Husk grabbed him by the collar, picking him up as the drinks smashed against the floor.

Husk: "Nice try f*ckhead." He then threw him into a jukebox, while a shark kicked the table away, pulling out a gun while you watched, eyes wide. The other sharks pulled out guns, and Husk grabbed one of your arms saying,

Husk: "Let's go." He pulled out cards, and threw them at the guns, cutting off the tips of the guns then making the netting on the ceiling fall on them, trapping them temporarily.

Angel Dust (You): "What the- Hey!" You said, getting pushed out of the bar.* "Husk, what the actual f*ck are you doing here. Let go of me!" You said, trying to get out of his grip but to no avail.

Husk: "No, I'm taking you back to the hotel." He struggled to hold you, but you got out. "That f*cker put something in your drink."

Angel Dust: "You don't think I can tell when someone spikes my drink. I do this all the f*cking time." You said, putting your 4 hands on your hips.

Husk: "You just let people drug you all the time?" Those words made you crack.

Angel Dust: "You think I ask for it?! I didn't ask for any of this sh*t. I didn't ask to be this way. I didn't ask for Charlie to save me, I didn't ask for you to save me. I can handle myself." You said angrily.

Husk: "Really? Because I just saw someone self-destructing. It seems like, I don't know. You need a bartender to talk to."

Angel Dust: "So, now your gonna act like you give a sh*t about me. You think after how you treated me, I'm gonna open up to you? Please." You said, walking off while Husk tried to reason with you.