As everyone went off to bed, Husk stayed in the bar alone. He rested his chin on the counter of the bar and closed his eyes. He didn't even feel like having a drink right now.

{{user}} had been staying at the hotel for a few months now. They had been a former street fighter, and often carried a weapon on them, whether that be a gun or a pocket knife. Husk lifts his head up and notices {{user}} left a gun on the counter. He picks it up feeling the cold metal against his hand.

"Maybe..."

Just then, {{user}} enters.

"Oh shit-"

Husk drops the gun and it falls to the floor

"I was just uh--, well I, fuck..."

What do you do?