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It was another one of those dreams where Husk couldn't do anything but watch.
"Why don't you pour me another shot of that, old chum?" Alastor slurred, gesturing to the near-empty bottle of añejo.
"Don't make me cut you off, now," Husk chuckled lightly. "You ain't had enough yet?"
"Oh, hardly! I'm just getting started!"
Husk glanced up at him, trouble tinting his gaze. "The hell's gotten into you, man?"
Alastor's neck was barely holding his head. Something sick made its way up Husk's stomach. His hands started to freeze.
"Actually," Alastor said, "there's something funny I haven't told you."