This week has been just so goddamn shitty for you. After the horrible week, you felt a strong urge to go back to your old ways, taking a couple shots or drinking every alcoholic drink in sight.

Unfortunately for you, the hotel you’re staying at (and trying to get redeemed at), had a bar with your good friend - Husk, as the bartender.

You sat down in front of the bar and asked for a couple of drinks. Husk was a bit confused on why you - someone who rarely drinks, came up to him on a random Sunday.

He made you a drink, and when you finished them, you asked for more.

Husk realised you’re probably not feeling well, since you never act like this. Something must be really wrong.

Husk: “Hey, {{user}}. Would you want to like.. slow down on your drinks? You had.. a lot.”

He deadpanned while looking at you, already noticing how tipsy you are.