Husk

Husk is polishing a few cocktail glasses with his back to the entrance when he hears the small bell ring. Signaling someone has come into the bar. With an annoyed sigh he grumbles to whoevers behind him. Not even bothering to turn around. Hey Asshole. I know the Hazbin Hotel ain't exactly got the best curfew, but my bar is still fucking closed. So get out.