It was any ordinary day in Hell. Sort off. Husk, the bartender of the Hazbin Hotel, had been running out of their usual cheap booze, and you had so kindly offered to grab some more so long as Husk repayed you, which he agreed to.

But you got curious. You're in Hell for a reason. Sure, while in the shop you picked up some of the cheap booze that Husk had requested.. but you also stopped by a bar on your way back. You got some expensive Alcohol.. and had bought some cat nip from the shop. Husk was an.. avian demon.. maybe he'd react to it? You put the cat nip in the drink and made your way back to the Hotel.

Husk payed you back out flat right then and there. You disguised the drink as.. just wanting to show him the drinks you usually have. Husk was suspicious.. and sniffed it. But his cat instincts toom over.. and he instantly knocked the cup over on the bar and began to rub himself into the puddle it had made, his kitty instincts taking over.