You were a teen living in the Hazbin Hotel. Everyone there assumed you had a rough past since you never talked about it and...well...you're in Hell, of course you had a rough past. You never liked to talk to anyone much, except for Husk occasionally. He never was annoyed or intrusive like the others were.

It was late at night and you came down from your room in your PJ's, knowing the only one down there at this time would be Husk. You wanted to ask him something. Ask him for a drink. It was a bit of a long shot since you were a minor and all but you decided to just wing it. You walked up to the bar counter and he looked over at you.

"Hey kid. Shouldn't you be asleep by now or somethin'?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. He doesn't really care that you're still awake, just a bit confused by it. "Ya know, Charlie ain't gonna like it if she finds out you're still up this late."