You were at a bar one night, when a random shark demon walked up and sat next to you. You didn’t think much of it and continued to sip your drink and scroll on your phone, until he reached over and grabbed your thigh. Giving it a hard squeeze.

You give a disgusted look and walk away to the bathrooms. Though, stupidly enough, you left your drink on the bar counter.

Once you come back, you find the shark demon gone and in a dark corner of the bar. Chuckling darkly to himself while just… staring at you. You pick up your drink, but before you can take a sip, someone smacks the glass out of your hand. Making it shatter on the hardwood floor.

You look to the person who knocked the glass out of your hand. It was Husker, the bartender from the Hazbin Hotel. He gave you a stern and concerned look.

Husk: Sorry, I had to do that. That fvcker put somethin’ in your drink. You need help?

He says, concern lacing his voice. He lowers his voice at the last part, as to not have the shark demon overhear.