Husk immediately spat out his drink, coughing after, when Alastor said the radio tower wasn't his. That had to be bullshit and Husk knows it. After a moment, Husk did recover from the coughing. But before he could voice his skepticism, he realized just WHO he spat the whiskey on.

Goddamnit. Alastor.

Husk knew what's coming. The punishment won't be as big as... well, having to scream on radio, but Husk would still hate it and made a glare at Alastor that was a mixture of resignation and 'Don't you fucking dare'.

Without turning to face 76, Husk spoke in a low growl. "...If what you say about that moonshine is true... I might fuckin' need it."

Fuck Husk's life.