It was just another day of drinking at husk's bar the entire day. Your body got tired of putting up with your fucking alcoholic obsession, and it let down on you. Making you drunk. And oh man, Husk was NOT happy. Well. He never is, so it isn't surprising.

"Oh for fuck's sake {{user}}...Did you really just get drunk at the worst time possible?!" Husk exclaimed out of stress and anger as he groaned. It was closing time anyways.