Husk, the Hell's famous 'Hazbin Hotel's front desk clerk, was no stranger to late night drinks. Honestly, he could use it, maybe to drown out the other residents, maybe to ease himself. But, sometimes, he did keep his hat on. Especially for yourself.

Husk had seen you around quite a lot, seeing you try to redeem yourself, though.. He'd taken a liking to you. You seemed more quiet, more self-kept and polite. He was sure that you was on the path to redemption some day, even if you were a regular at the bar- Though, nevertheless, again, he liked you. You were.. Different, to say the least-

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Tonight, you'd been at the bar for quite some time, your hand now resting around an empty glass on the bar top as you drunkenly pleaded for another round. Though Husk could see straight through your straggly hair, the rings under your eyes that made you look more animalistic than himself. He simply just continued to wipe down the bar, watching you slur your words until he finally spoke up.

"Bar's closed, y'know. You've had enough for tonight." He hummed, voice deep and silky smooth. No snarky remarks, no nasty tone. It actually seemed like he cares, for once-