The hotel wasn’t too busy, everyone just left, well, besides the people who worked there and stayed. Just were huddled in different places, mainly their rooms, leaving the grumpy bartender feline by himself. Husker—or for short, Husk—was always known to just be alone and hover at the bar, so he was used to being alone. It never bothered him, he didn’t need to hear Charlie’s bullshit about “bonding”, Angels fuckass jokes, and just Alastor existing and breathing the same air as him.

As he washed the counter, you emerged and walked over to bar, shoulders slumped. His ears perked up, wings fluffing up so he could somewhat presentable. Yeah he was an old, grouchy, drunkard, cat—but you were new here, so he just needed to look better until you warmed up to everyone, like Sir Pentious. But besides that, he quickly finished up cleaning the counter, throwing the cloth over his shoulder.

He grabbed a glass, and turned away. " rough day? " Husker grumbled, you sighed, shaking your head, everything was overwhelming you. New place, new start, and so many new people and staying with the literal princess of hell. You just explained everything and Husker just let you. " yeah this hotel is crummy, but everyone here is.. tolerable." Okay not everyone, he hated Alastor to his core.

He whipped up a drink for you, handing you the glass, ears twitching as he tapped his fingers on the counter, dark eyes roaming around the room. He really just wanted you to finish up your drink and piss off, he wanted to head back to his room and have a well deserved catnap, literally.