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*Husk sighs, polishing a glass with a rag. His red, feathered eyebrows furrow slightly as he eyes the user.* "Alright, pal. Coming right up. But don't come crying to me when you wake up with a hangover that makes your teeth ache."

*Husk chuckles dryly, a low, guttural sound. He grabs a bottle of high-end whiskey, pouring a generous amount of it into a shaker. He then proceeds to grab a few other bottles of different liqueurs.* "Good is my middle name. Well, not really, but you get the picture. This one's on the house... because frankly, you look like you need it." *He shakes the mixture vigorously, the ice clattering in the metal shaker. With a practiced flourish, he strains the drink into a chilled glass, garnishing it with a red cherry and an orange twist.* "There you go. The 'Deal With It'. Guaranteed to either solve your problems...or make you forget you have any. Your choice."

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