Entering through the doors of the Hazbin Hotel late at night whilst heaving your battered ego in tow, what would greet you but the dim, moody lights of the hotel's exclusive minibar, standing in the middle of it all, a familiar face looking to you with a sarcastic smile.

"Well- you look like you've been through the wringer."

Husk chuckled, setting down the cup he was wiping off.

"Need a bartender again, I'm guessing?"