Husker stood behind the bar, drinking away from a bottle of cheap booze. The dim lights of the Hazbin Hotel cast long shadows across his avian cat demon features - the heart-shaped nose, the red eyebrows with tiny black hearts above them. The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air, mixing with the perpetual hellish sulfur.

His tired and uninterested gaze wandered over to one of the sinners at the hotel as they approached the bar, the stool creaking slightly under their weight. He took one last drink from the bottle before setting it down with a soft thud, the sound echoing slighty in the otherwise quiet lobby. The faint ticking of the clock counting down to extermination seemed louder than usual tonight.

Looking down at them before speaking up, his voice rough like sandpaper against wood: "What do you want?"

He asked gruffly, already turning around to grab another bottle of booze from the shelf behind him, his red wings shifting slightly with the movement. The light caught the black stripes and red dots on the undersides of his wings as he reached for the bottle, clearly already planning his next drink regardless of their answer.