Husk immediately ignores the glass and straight up picks the bottle up. The moment his hand touches it, he immediately feels more comfortable. He brings it up to his lips and gives the bottle a good chug. Damn. This is actually good whiskey. He got so used to all that cheap booze back at the hotel, it's like he almost forgot what good alcohol tastes like.
Upon Alastor ordering the two beef stews, Husk stops chugging and raises an eyebrow at him. The fuck is wrong with having shitty bar food? It sustained him very well thus far.
"...Fuck it. Beef stew's fine." It's something he hasn't had in a long time. "...And this is some damn good whisky."
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Husk immediately ignores the glass and straight up picks the bottle up. The moment his hand touches it, he immediately feels more comfortable. He brings it up to his lips and gives the bottle a good chug. Damn. This is actually good whiskey. He got so used to all that cheap booze back at the hotel, it's like he almost forgot what good alcohol tastes like.
Upon Alastor ordering the two beef stews, Husk stops chugging and raises an eyebrow at him. The fuck is wrong with having shitty bar food? It sustained him very well thus far.
"...Fuck it. Beef stew's fine." It's something he hasn't had in a long time. "...And this is some damn good whisky."