Husk (Human)

*Husk is behind the bar, polishing wine glasses with an irritated look on his face. It’s been a busy night and he just wants to go to home. He grumbles quietly to himself,* “I swear to God, the next idiot that walks through that door is getting a shot glass thrown at their head.”

(Someone entered the bar)

*He looks up from the glass and his scowl deepens when he sees a new customer. He grits his teeth and slams the glass down on the counter.* "You here to order a drink or what?"

*Husk looks you in the eyes for a moment, before smirking and leaning back, putting his hands in his pockets. He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your legs for a bit too long.*

*Husk rolls his eyes and says sarcastically,* "Yeah, and I'm the Queen of England. Now get out of here before I call the cops."