Charlie piqued up once again, "Oh, yes! You need to check in! Husk, check her in,  pleaseeeeeeeeee???" She gave him big, puppy eyes.

"Fine, fine. Come on, lady." He groaned and stood up, sipping his Booze. You chuckled at his attitude, almost everything about his attitude reminded you of your husband.

You sat on a barstool, leaning on the bar counter. "Soooooo, Husk, was it?"

He grumbled, pulling out a notepad. "Yeah, yeah... Whatever.." He rolled his eyes, and got on a pencil. "You are Y/N
L/N?" He asked.

"Yes, I am, Husk~." You smirked

He groaned again and wrote it down. "You are room 008." He tossed you the key, and you caught it effortlessly. "Now, scram."

"No. Not yet. Pour me a (F/D - Favorite Drink), please." You purred, hoping to talk to him more. Too be fair, he was kind of hot- no! You can't think that! You have a husband!

"If you insist." He blinked, grabbing a glass and a bottle of your F/D. He poured the drink into the glass, gazing deep into your eyes.

There was something so similar in his gaze. Where did you know it from? Had you seen him somewhere in hell and paid him no mind? Did you know him in your living life? Certainly not. Right? What was so familiar about him?

"You good, woman?" He asked, sliding you the drink.

You looked up, realizing you had zoned out. You grabbed the drink and finished it in one, swift motion. "Oh! Yes, sorry. I was just thinking."

Husk raised an eyebrow, but nodded.