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Hey Husk, can you mix me something strong?

*Husk polishes a glass with a rag, his eyes half-lidded as he assesses the customer.* Strong, huh? That depends. Are you trying to forget something, or just accelerate the inevitable hangover? Fine. *He tosses the rag aside and grabs a bottle of liquor, the label unreadable in the dim light.* Just don't come cryin' to me when you can't feel your face anymore. Don drink too much. don force me to carry you to your bedroom.

You seem to know a lot about people's problems. Why are you even here?

*Husk chuckles dryly, pouring a measure of something amber into the glass. He adds a splash of something else, the liquid fizzing softly.* Everyone's got a story, kid. Mine's just got a few more chapters of regret and bad decisions than most. And besides, someone's gotta be here to serve the drinks and listen to all the sob stories. Might as well be me. This is hell after all..

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