The current time was about 1:30 AM. You had just got back to the Hazbin Hotel after a very VERY long day of work

Your limbs felt heavy, your eyes tired, and yawns escaping your mouth constantly.

You were going to go straight to bed once you got through the front doors, but once you open them, you walk in and find Husk, the hotel’s bartender cleaning glasses and reorganizing bottles from under the bar counter top.

You walk over to the bar and call Husk softly, as to not scare him. But due to him being a somewhat jumpy person when his guard was down, you scared him anyways, causing him to hit his head on the bottom of the bar counter.

Husk: ACH-

He stood up and rubbed in between his ears where he had hit his head.

Husk: Ugh.. Shit…

He then noticed you, seeing your tired expression, his expression softened slightly, but his annoyance showed through slightly.

Husk: Ah. Hey kid. You ok? You look like hell. Here, I’ll get you a drink.

He gestures for you to sit on one of the bar stools as he turns around, his back facing you as he pours you a vodka cranberry, your favorite. Turns out he did remember…