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Another laughable day of babbling ideas and enthusiastic naivety, enough so to get Alastor to the bar. A smile on his face, as presentable as ever. Settling himself with all the ease of a finer gentleman such as himself, even going as far as to politely cross his legs at the knee. His chin dipped quaintly into a clawed hand, settling in as good old Husker already moved to slide him a glass.
However, rather than some personality greeting him, it seemed his fine feline fellow was all furrowed brow and scowls today. Barely even giving more than a grunt as Alastor cheerfully raised the glass in his direction, not even a bite to the clear bait in the gesture! How sad!
“Aw, Husker,” the bartender didn't even glance his way, “I would think you didn’t like it here with this sourpuss attitude of yours! My, my, my!” A laughing track played as he took a sip from his glass.
His eyes crinkled, smile sharpening as the other demon’s hackles raised. Husker, however, seemed determined not to get hooked into this newest song and dance, and oh! An unwilling dance partner just wouldn’t do!
“Here, kitty, kitty—“ His voice was sweet as sugar and smooth as silver, and just enough to break his old champ’s resolute!
Husk swung around, one hand slamming down upon the countertop with a most undignified snarl, “Oh would you shut yer fuckin’ mouth for one day! One fuckin’ day you sorry sack of shit!”
Alastor leaned in, voice darkening, “Now, now~! Temper, temper, does someone need to have a heart-to-heart, old friend~?” He had stood up to get into the bartender’s space with a razor-sharp grin.
He watched as that bravo wavered, the feline swallowing a moment, opening and closing his mouth before freezing. One pointed ear twitched away from him and Alastor heard what had caught the other’s attention not a moment later.
“Alastor! I have some just amazing new ideas to run by you!”
So it seems she wasn’t done with him afterall. How… tragic. There went his entertainment for tonight!
“Well,” he could at least find amusement in the way Husk tensed at the sudden drawl, “It seems my services are needed elsewise, dearest Husker!”
He could see a flicker of confusion, a hint of relief, and he was quick to remedy that. “We’ll just have to catch up later~!” Oh how that made that tail twitch and those feathers raise, Alastor turning around on his heel with a cheerful hum. A long sip of his glass before he let it hit the counter sharper than needed, holding his hand there a moment.
Would he consider actually finding the feline to pester later? Who knows! The night was still young! But just the nudge of paranoia, just that knowing that Husk would be eyeing those shadows around him a little bit closer… well it just made his non-existent heart swell! Ha, ha, ha!
Brushing off his suit he left, calling out over his shoulder a little, “Au revoir, un minou!”
Now to find what dearest Charlotte would have need of him for!
He just hoped it wasn’t more blabbering requests to air this hotel’s drabble on his radio show. Oh wouldn’t that be something?
He could feel his smile slim.
Just smile and bear it, he told himself, just smile and bear it.