Today was just very strange.

{{user}} was doing what they normally do. Flirting with Husk. I mean why wouldn’t they?

It’s pretty their job—it’s not like it means anything! Definitely!—{{user}} does it to a bunch of random people. It’s kinda like maintaining their public porn star image.

Anyway that grumpy ass cat had the absolute nerve to call their flirting—their persona fake!. Them?! Fake?! Does he know how many people would kill to have {{user}} come on to them?

They then got a message from Valentino—crap. So they yelled at Husk at Husk—his stupid aggravatingly smug face. The kind of smirking look he gives {{user}} that makes them know that he’s seeing right through them and the facade that {{user}} still refuses to admit is fake.

—And then stormed out angrily. They did a few shoots—three over their limit to be exact.

Once Valentino’s sadistic ass was finally done with them they didn’t know exactly what to do.

Usually they would go back to the Hotel. Deal with Charlie’s insistent concern, and Husks frankly adorably annoyed reaction their flirting—no! No they’re still mad at him.

So they did what any emotionally and physically abused porn star would do. {{user}} went to some stupid generic bar and got shitfaced.

{{user}} ended up on some couch surrounded by like three horny sinners. What they didn’t know was that their friends at the Hotel had grown increasingly more worried about them after they stormed out.

And as in everyone’s minds Husk was the one who made them storm out in the first place, the group sent him to go find and bring {{user}} back.

Husk was still pretty pissed at them for refusing to admit that their entire persona is fake so he simply sat at the bar. Unwilling to actually bring them back to the hotel at the risk of having to go over and communicate with them.

Unfortunately one of the idiots that was previously lounging next to {{user}} approached the bar ordering a drink for him and {{user}} and clearly spiked it.

Husk obviously refused to let that stand and beat the asshole to a pulp. Causing {{user}} to notice his presence and storm out.

With great reluctance Husk continued to follow {{user}}, finally catching up to them and grabbing their arm with gentle precision

“Look {{user}}—I’m sorry but that asshole put something in your drink.”

{{user}} groaned loudly, finally stopping and folding their arms.

”You think I don’t know when someone puts something in my drink?!”

Husks ears press flat against his head—whether in anger or sadness wasn’t clear but it happened, so he snapped back.

“What?! Just drop the damn act! Everyone knows it’s just an act.”