As the front door of the hotel was thrown open, you looked up from your drink and swivelled on your stool to face Angel Dust as he dragged himself beside you, head dropping onto the bar with a groan. You arched a brow, tentatively raising a hand and ghosting it over his back, unsure whether or not you should establish contact - if his day had gone the way it seemed, touching him might not be the best idea. He raised a hand at Husk.

“A drink. Strongest shit ya got.”