Husk resides by the bar, out of sight and out of mind — as everyone else at the hotel gathers round. He could care less about what they were doing — and only paid attention to the bottle in his hand.

His back against the counter, staring to the a ray of liquor on the shelves. He chugs down viciously as if there was no tomorrow…

A sudden voice alerts him, he coughs down on his drink — turning around with irritation present on his face.