Husk let out a sigh as he finished cleaning a glass. It seemed like that was all he was doing these days. Cleaning bottles and listening to the other residents of the Hazbin Hotel complain about this or that. He didn't hate running the bar at all, since he got to drink to his heart's content.

But it was disheartening doing it all alone. He hardly had anyone in the hotel come to the bar in a while. Except, of course, Angel Dust, who only ever really served to piss Husk off.