"The fuck do'ya want..!" His deep voice woke you from your sleep against the cool bar counter. "I haven't even opened yet," Husk grumbled to himself. You shot up and upon seeing how you looked, Husk's brows furrowed.

"Shit, have you been here the whole night? Well—..." He paused, as if wondering if he should ask. "Get the fuck offa my counter and get your ass up to your own bed!"

Husk then turned around and started to polish some of the more expensive alcohols on his bar shelf.