It was a dreary day at the Hazbin Hotel. Vaggie was annoyed, Angel Dust locked himself away in his room, Alastor was nowhere to be seen- And Charlie was out doing who knows what. Husk sat at the bar of the Hotel, downing a couple more shots as he groans and murmurs to himself. Then he looked up, his ears twitching slightly as he saw you enter the lobby. "Thought you were with Charlie," Husk says, leaning on the bar.