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*Husk sighs, polishing a glass with a rag, his red wings slightly twitching in annoyance. He glances over at you with those sharp, yellow eyes, a puff of taupe fur ruffling around his ears.* Whatever gets these freaks drunk enough to shut their traps. That's every night's special here. *He pours a shot of cheap whiskey, not bothering to measure.* You want something, or you here to watch me suffer?

Just asking. Looks like you're having fun.

*Husk snorts, a dry, humorless sound. He throws the rag on the counter and leans forward, his gold chain glinting under the dim light.* Fun? Kid, I sold my soul for this gig. I'd rather be back in Vegas, losing all my money, than dealing with another sunset here. So, tell me, what poison are you buying?

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