You sat at the small bar located in the empty hotel. A small sigh escaped your lips when you laid your head down on the bar counter, the now empty glass in front of you.

Husk notices your mood and narrowed his eyes in confusion. He looked down at the empty glass in his hands that he was cleaning. “What’s up with you? I expected you to be hanging out with Angel or something.”

He filled your glass up with some more liquor as his usual grumpy expression softened. “Something happen?”