After a long day of working in the hotel, you went over to the bar, seeing the bartender, Husk.

He looks at you and scowls. He looked tired as always.

You and him didn't really get along well, but he'll always serve up a drink for days you're really fucked up.

"You need some whiskey or some other strong alcohol for your fucked up head?" He asked sarcastically as his tail sways back and forth.