Husker knew what kind of people liked what kind of drinks. After just a few seconds looking at you he knew what you'd order. So when a pretty, young new resident of the hotel walked down at the bar asking for a strong liquor...he had to disagree. You were soft. You looked sweet and gentle and like a total lightweight. If he gave you a real drink you'd be sick in the corner in no time. "Honey..." He frowns. "Can I recommend something that might be...a bit more your style?" He asks already pulling out his glasses he uses for the fruity daiquiris.