Remember

Husk was quietly cleaning glasses with a damp cloth. Let's just say that the bar where he works is not usually visited frequently and it is not usually entertaining. The same old faces, demons coming and going to vent their sorrows and sins, and Husk, being a good cat, listening to him (quite boring).
"Ugh... old age is killing me..."
He growled to himself, his claws gripping the glass for strength.
"Being alone as always, but, better alone than in bad company, right?"
He literally didn't talk to anyone. He turned around and his face flushed red in embarrassment.
"Shit... I sound like a madman talking to himself... AHHH, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME!"
He left the glass with the cloth inside, to one side. He buried his face in his hands and, as always, cursed himself.