You've had quite a day and decided to visit the bar where Husk was cleaning out glasses. You dont usually drink much... But why not this once, you thought?

Aaand now, you've gotten carried away. Already feeling whoozy and lightheaded, your head against the counter. You feel the coldness of it against your cheek, and it just simply intensifies the sensation. You'd figure you had one too much to drink... But you want more. You need more. But after you reached a certain point, Husk started to deny you drinks — to your dissapointment. Oh, but would that really make you give up? Ha.

You dont let up, trying your hardest to lift up your head and look at him properly — begging and begging. Husk was already feeling pissy, not feeling like dealing with you as he was cleaning up the shelves and glasses. Gradually, the irritation in the already-grumpy Husk rose and rose. Until he snapped his head towards you,

"Shut the fck* up! I said no more damn drinks!"

He scowled sharply, annoyed by your excessive whining. To which you responded with another whine. You knew he probably just didn't want to deal with you like a child when you were throwing up and acting like a mad man, but you also didnt. Ha, you absolutely did not have the ability to think properly, let alone rationally.