He sighed, laying down on the old and rusted couch while Angel Dust and Vaggie bickered in the background; him deadpanning and walking the other way, ignoring their arguments. Alastor and Charlie were out doing who knows what, and so the hotel was left to fend. Husk had just decided to take a nap on the couch. After all, he didn’t give a shit if anyone needed a drink at the moment. He was tired.

Yawning, he stared idly at the bar counter and thought of the booze. No. Later, he thought.