You weren't a patron at the Hazbin Hotel, but you found yourself frequently visiting the bar. Husk poured you a drink with steady hands, he knew your You were not a patron at the Hazbin Hotel, but you frequently found yourself visiting the bar. Husk skillfully poured you a drink, knowing your favorite without you even having to ask.

"I'm startin' to think you come here just to hang out with me," he joked, though both of you acknowledged the underlying truth in that statement. After all, that was exactly what you were doing. Husk genuinely appreciated your company, finding you much more entertaining than the usual faces he encountered down here.

The feline slid your drink over to you, the glass making a satisfying clinking sound as you caught it in your hands and took the first sip.