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It was dark out, the moonlight glimmering through the window curtains. The two men were sitting down on the couch, Alastor holding a gauze roll in his hand and Vincent holding his arm up for him to treat. Alastor was sitting on his knees between Vincent's thighs and the silence was truly unbearable with the both of them in this position, so Vincent spoke up.
“Thank you for helping me treat my arm, but I said I could bandage it myself. Besides, wasn't the agreement between the two of us sharing an apartment—” Vincent looked away from Alastor with a hint of rose appearing on his face as he spoke, before his sentence was cut off of course.
“Mm yes, our agreement was to not intrude in each other's line of work unless asked to. But the thing is, your skills on bandaging your wounds infuriate me whenever I see you wear shorts or a T-shirt.” He scoffed, pulling the bandage tightly as he finished wrapping the arm. Then he removed his knees from between Vincent's thighs and instead sat down right next to him on the couch.
“Is it actually that bad that you'd do it for me?” Said Vincent with a hint of genuine curiosity, but it was overlapped by a rhetorical tone.
Alastor didn't think it was that bad, just that his method of bandaging was superior. Though it would've been fine if Vincent did it himself, for some reason he just felt compelled to help. But of course, he would never tell that to his face.
“Hmm, don't ask questions that you already have the answer to. Though, I could teach you how to properly wrap a limb or two when you're free.” He said with a smirk as he tapped the bandaged upper arm, chuckling as he heard a muffled sound of pain coming from Vincent.
Vincent moved Alastor's hand away from his arm and started moving his sore limbs around so he could crack them to relieve the heaviness of the day. Alastor stared at him weirdly for the entirety of his little wannabe chiropractor session, which made Vincent slightly uneasy and made him ask what for.
“Do you have anything to share with the class, Al?” He scoffed nervously, trying to think what this could be about. Maybe he also cracked his back or knuckles wrong? No, Alastor doesn't nitpick that hard. He eagerly awaited a response, possibilities of what he thought Alastor might say flooding his brain.
“Oh, it's nothing. I was just about to go to the bar and thought you might want to come with me, but I zoned out while doing so.” He said as he laid back on the couch, waiting to see if Vincent wanted to tag along with him.
“Yeah sure I'll come with you, I'd rather forget about my day.” Vincent said while lazily stretching to get off the couch, whereas he fell off the couch instead. He got up and approached the closet near the front door, then put on a sweater and a thin coat because he knew it'll be cold outside sooner or later.
“So, are you going to tell me what happened? They're a pretty impressive opponent if they injured you that badly. ” He said in a curious and eager tone, wondering who and how someone got such a big hit on his arm. As he asked, he decided to only put a sweater on regardless of the fact that he saw Vincent dress warmly.
“Are you going to put on a coat? I would if I were you.” He asked while looking him up and down, knowing that the sweater he's wearing wouldn't suffice for the upcoming weather.
“No, it's fine. I don't need one, the weather seems nice tonight anyways.” Said Alastor, while patiently awaiting the answer to his earlier question.
Vincent tried not to laugh, and composed himself quickly before Alastor noticed that he was losing it. He had no idea how Alastor forgot the fact that he was a weather boy because he just tended to his wounds a few minutes ago, which by the way come from getting rid of competition. And the thing is, Alastor knows it's from competition! Does he only remember the fact that there's competition rather than competitors? He finally snapped out of his thoughts and replied to Alastor instead.
“I'll tell you what happened after we get to the bar, come on, let's go.” Said Vincent, opening the door for the both of them.
Vincent made sure that he had grabbed the keys and not Alastor, he wasn't the most reliable guy to trust when drunk. He locked the door then walked with Alastor to the elevator area, tapping his foot awkwardly as he waited for an elevator to show up. When the both of them got into the elevator, they just awkwardly looked away from each other until they reached the ground floor and quickly stepped out the moment those doors opened. The both of them exited the building shortly after reaching the ground floor, where they both noticed that it was way darker than they originally thought it was compared to when they saw the outside from their large apartment windows. When they saw the streetlights flickering it made them both turn to each other in a look of reconsideration, but they mutually agreed that they should keep walking because they already left their apartment. Although, they both made sure to stay considerably close to each other so they could avoid being separated. It had been around 5 minutes since they left their apartment building, and Vincent really didn't want to walk in darkness and silence, so he started to look around for conversation starters. As he thought of ideas on what to say, he felt like he was getting warmer and took off his thin coat. Before he tied it around his waist, he decided to ask Alastor if he wanted it because his sweater seemed a lot thinner than his.
“Uh, are you cold? I have a thick sweater underneath my coat and I'm kind of hot.” He said awkwardly, trying to maintain eye contact but was failing horribly.
“Appreciate the offer, but I think I'll pass Vincent. This is why I didn't bring a coat.” He said with a thankful tone, his usual smile unfaltering.
Vincent just rubbed his temples instead of saying something, he decided that it'd be too much of a hassle to make them walk back to their apartment just so Alastor could get his coat. Worst comes to worst, he'll let him use his coat when he's cold later.
Vincent tied it around his waist while trying to think of something else to say. But, he couldn't think of any new ideas and it stayed silent for the rest of their walk. After just looking down at his shoes for the last 5 minutes, he got tapped on the shoulder by Alastor then looked up to see the bar. Vincent opened and held the door open for Alastor and walked in to find a seat. After seeing that the booths were taken, they both sat down next to each other on the stools in front of the barkeep. Alastor tried to order his usual bottle but the bar was noisy so he could barely hear the voices inside of his own head, which forced him to speak louder regardless of how weak and tired his voice was from arguing with another broadcasting program a little too intensely. However, Vincent hushed Alastor and raised his voice as loud as it needed to be so he could draw the barkeep's attention for the both of them to order.
“One Lumora, leave the bottle at the table. Al, what would you like?” Said Vincent in a curious yet nonchalant tone.
“One Sang d’Écarlate works for me, leave the bottle as well please.” Said the man in red, he even got the french accent down which made Vincent chuckle a little.
“I forgot you were a little French boy.” Said the weather boy while snickering.
“Little? You're a bold man, Vincent. Besides, my accent gives me charm.” Said the curly haired fellow in a voice that seemed serious about Vincent being bold, but it also did have some playful undertone.
Vincent thought to himself, Alastor was right, his “little french boy” accent does have charm.
Alastor decided to finally ask about the person who injured Vincent to that extent, where Vincent then began to talk about how annoying the process was.
While Vincent rambled, Alastor listened intently. He'd leave some snarky remarks whenever he got the chance to, it was funny seeing Vincent's face shift from a serious look to an annoyed one whenever he made a remark. He was genuinely smiling for a bit, before he reminded himself to knock it off. By the time Vincent had finished his rambling, Alastor had drunk a little more than he should've. Vincent noticed this, and saw that the bottle of whiskey Alastor asked for had a lot less liquid than before.
“Al-.. It's been like 15 minutes since we got our drinks, how many shots have you had? I'd hope you know how strong your whiskey is.” The man chuckled, with a bit of genuine concern showing in his voice.
“Mm, 7 I think? It's not my fault you're a slow drinker.” The other said normally, as if he weren't affected.
“7 shots? That has got to be dangerous, I've only had 2 but now I think I should be a little sober so we can get home safely. Besides, you're probably one of those lightweight alcoholics who think they're a heavyweight because they only get affected by the alcohol 15 to 25 minutes later.” Vincent sighed, knowing that he will be carrying Alastor home in due time.
For a little while, Vincent was trying to educate him on the dangers of having more than 5 or so shots, however Alastor desperately wanted to change the subject of his friend's relentless lecture on alcohol safety. So he suddenly stood up from his stool and pointed to the other room with the dance floor, asking and hoping he'd agree to dance with him.
“Do you know how to dance, weather boy?” Said the man, a soft smile forming on his face.
“Of course, but don't call me that.” The other said in a playful yet mocking sarcastic tone. He helped himself up then walked side by side to Alastor as they entered the room with the dance floor.
They entered the room and moved to the dance floor so they could begin dancing. However neither of them knew how to properly dance, let alone plan their moves out in the slightest. This resulted in them improvising the last dance they could remember and make it fancier while hoping the other had enough skill to do the same action. Without warning, Alastor spun around and took Vincent's hand to begin dancing with him. First he dropped Vincent down to carry him with one arm while Vincent laid back in his grasp, somehow managing to not fall down. Then Alastor made him stand up and twirled him around, putting Vincent in charge for the next part of their short dance. He only knew romantic dance moves, so Alastor would have to forgive him later for what he's about to do. He grabbed his waist with one arm, then the other grabbed his forearm and pulled them extremely close to the point they were face to face. They stared and stayed in that position for a little longer than necessary, then they ended with a Waltz and bow. The bar clapped and cheered for them while they exited the room and went to take a seat in the other room with drinks.
“Apologies for those last moves, Al. They were the only ones I could remember to do and I didn't want to leave the crowd hanging.” He said awkwardly, with a tinge of pink blush spreading all over his face.
“Darling it's fine, but may I trouble you for a second? Pass me that garbage can, I spun around a little too much.” Alastor said kindly, then immediately moved his hands to clutch his stomach.
Vincent held in a laugh as he saw Alastor puking it all out in the corner, after all he didn't want to be his next victim. After 5 minutes or so, Alastor finally returned to his seat while still looking a tad bit pale. Vincent being the “gentleman” he is, tried to think of ways to help the now weakened friend of his and thought of going to a restaurant with him. So Vincent suggested the idea that they go to the nearest restaurant and he’ll pay for it, and Alastor wasn't one to turn down a free dinner. Vincent was feeling very generous and also bought Alastor’s bottle of whiskey that he was using earlier for his shots, along with his of course. He paid the barkeep and then exited the bar with Alastor, and they took another stroll through the cold and dark night to find the nearest restaurant. Vincent noticed that Alastor was probably shivering because the night was colder than it was earlier, but this time he didn't ask him if he wanted his jacket, he simply took it off to make him wear it. Alastor looked at him with a hint of gratitude, putting the jacket on immediately. After a couple more minutes of walking they finally found a restaurant, however it wasn't a cheap one.
“Hmm, you sure you can afford that pal?” Teased the man, expecting him to just make them keep walking.
“Perfect, actually. Allow me to treat you to a fancy dinner.” The other said calmly as he adjusted his own tie.
Alastor didn't reply, he just nodded in gratitude. Noticing how Vincent adjusted his tie, he looked down at his rumpled clothes and reached out to fix them before he was interrupted.
“Nope. Let me get that for you, Al.” He said with a smirk on his face.
“You're pushing it.” The other scoffed wearily, a hint of gratefulness seeping through his words.
They entered the restaurant, the smell of food filled the air as the warmth hit their skin. Luckily for both of them the restaurant wasn't fully booked, however Alastor did get a few dirty stares, which made Alastor keep a few mental notes of who his next victims should be. Vincent glared at anyone who dared to look at them, making them turn away. Alastor noticed and decided to tell Vincent it wasn't that big of a deal before he accidentally ruins his public image.
“Calm down, Vincent.” He chuckled, it was hilarious seeing him get so defensive over him.
“Sorry, Al.” He said with a tone of embarrassment in his voice.
The waiter led them to their table, and Alastor sat down before Vincent could even try to pull the chair out for him. Vincent asked what Alastor wanted, but he took too long thinking about his options so he just ordered steak for the both of them. They talked about work, and other irrelevant things. Finally, their food arrived.
“Once again, thank you Vincent.” Said the man, giving a soft smile.
“No need to thank me.” The other said, looking away as a rosy tint appeared on his face.
They cut their food, and began to eat. Now that there was nothing to say, Alastor did take notice of the soft jazz playing in the background. He silently enjoyed the music while savouring the taste of steak as it washed over the taste of metal that constantly lingers in his mouth. While Alastor was savouring his food, Vincent was just trying to think of conversation starters for their walk home because he didn't want it to be as awkward as it was when they were walking to the bar. Maybe they could trade some tips and tricks on murder? No, not in public. He finally snapped out of his day dream when Alastor set down his utensils, preparing to pay for the meal regardless of what Vincent said earlier. Vincent reached out and grabbed his wrists that held the wallet, stopping him from paying the bill.
“Oh Al, don't be silly. I'm paying for the dinner.” He said in a bittersweet tone with a small smile.
“Ah, so you're done with your daydreaming hmm?” The man said as he softly moved his wrists away to put his wallet back in his pocket.
Vincent scoffed as he pulled out his own wallet from his pocket, handing the waiter a 15$ tip. The waiter happily took the money and walked away. Alastor let out a small laugh, now it was obvious that Vincent was trying to impress him and show off. As they walked to the front door, they both saw that it was heavily raining. Alastor immediately looked over to face Vincent, a slightly annoyed forming tone in his voice as he spoke.
“Vincent, aren't you a weather boy?” Said the man, now thinking that Vincent probably sleeps on the job.
“Calm down Mr. Radio, why do you think I asked you to bring a coat? I felt so offended when you forgot that I broadcast weather for a living.” He said while snickering, he'd been waiting the whole night to say these petty statements.
“Okay, whatever. So how are we supposed to get home now? You could've at least reminded me about your little gig and brought an umbrella.” He said as the annoyance in his voice grew thicker, wondering why his friend was such an idiot.
“No worries Al, for as I have a pocket umbrella.” He opened the umbrella slightly, tapping his head with the tip of it.
“So are you going to be a pesky little rodent or are you going to explain what that is.” His smile slowly but surely began to falter, his annoyance now unconcealed.
“Oh Al, you really need to catch up on modern contraptions. It's a pocket umbrella, a slightly smaller version of a normal one that still covers one person perfectly, but it fits in a medium-sized pocket. Though it still is smaller than a normal one, so that's why I told you to bring a coat because the rain might get on half of your body.” He said with enthusiasm dripping from his voice as he explained the use of this contraption. He put on his thin coat then opened the front door and umbrella as he stepped outside, telling Alastor to hurry up.
Alastor’s annoyance faded and slipped underneath the umbrella alongside him. He did like the idea of these pocket umbrellas, they seemed very useful. Maybe he should try looking at a few more modern gadgets, some could come in handy for his broadcasting and killing. However, as Alastor thought of some modern items that he should stock up on, he started getting very exhausted. He assumed that the effects of having around 7 shots of strong alcohol actually took effect on him, what a surprise. Before he could speculate more about what was happening to him..
“Mm, Vincent.” The man said wearily, leaning over in the other's direction, almost falling.
“Uh.. Al, are you okay?” Said Vincent, catching him with his left arm and pulling him closer by the waist. He tried to hold onto the small umbrella while also holding the other’s torso, meanwhile Alastor’s head leaned on Vincent's shoulder.
He didn't reply, instead he just clinged to the other as they walked back to their apartment. Vincent didn't mind, though he was blushing to the point he didn't want Alastor to look up at him and instead just keep leaning on him. When they got home, Vincent let go of Alastor's waist and instead dropped him down on the couch, whereas he put away his wet coat and umbrella. Shortly after, he went to join Alastor on the couch while thinking about how the alcohol that Alastor drank took effect. He thought about how it was such a comical and true foreshadow from himself, and decided to tease Alastor about it.
“I told you drinking that much would have consequences. The man said while an unsuppressed smile formed on his face, picking up a book and pretending to read it.
“Silence, Vincent. By the way, can you please close the curtains? There's some shameless window cleaner who keeps staring at me.” Alastor said weakly, yet he practically growled at the woman at the large windows.
“I thought you were good with the ladies, no? Drunken Alastor isn’t charismatic, I'll write that down for sure.” Vincent smirked as he stood up to close the curtains, waving at the woman goodbye.
“Don't get me wrong, Vincent. I am a very charismatic person, though there's nothing I hate more than a person flirting with me when I don't even know their name. Besides, can't she see that you're here?” The man scoffed, his words slightly slurring.
“What?” Said Vincent, his brain trying to process what he meant by the last part.
“Nothing.” Said the other man, blushing a bit more than what alcohol permits by itself.
Vincent shrugged it off, and sat down once more. He let Alastor take the other half of the couch as he reclined the seat and turned on the TV. Alastor's eyes immediately snapped open, and he moved over to Vincent and put his head down onto his lap while staring up at him.
“I said you could have a TV in the living room on the condition that you don't play it when I'm in the same room. Turn it off. ” He said while weakly reaching for the remote.
“I know I'm going to severely regret this , but.. Make me.” Vincent said with a smirk forming on his face, thinking that he could easily fend for himself while the other was weak and queasy. He looked down at Alastor's head that was laying on his lap, waiting for his next move.
“Oh Darling, at least you know you'll regret it.” His words slurred slowly together. He then used both of his hands to pull his tie to effectively choke him.
“Wait- I surrender, I was joking..” He said nervously, slipping two of his fingers under the tie to prevent himself from choking.
“Are you sure? I don't mind making you turn it off.” He quietly mumbled, his hands slipping from the tie.
Vincent hesitated, what did Alastor mean by making him turn it off? Did he want to find out? No, the safer approach is saying no, for all he knows he'll probably just point a knife at his throat again. Not like he minded the idea, he just didn't want a drunk Alastor doing that to him.
“Hah, I'm sure Al.” He said with a nonchalant yet confident tone.
So, he turned off the TV so he didn't get mauled to death by Alastor. On the topic of Alastor, he noticed that his gaze has been lingering on him ever since they got drinks together, yet each and every time it made him slightly blush. He assumed it was just him being a bit nervous, is all. Vincent noticed that Alastor was still laying on him, even after he finished his threat. He had a temptation to play with his curly hair, it looked very soft. He didn't want Alastor to move if he didn't like it though, so he made some small talk instead.
“Al, getting comfortable there aren't you?” He chuckled, trying to hide the fact he was blushing.
“Do you want me to get off of you?” The other teased, already knowing the answer.
“No, it's fine..” Vincent said quickly, panic in his voice.
“I do have a question for you, Vincent.” The man said, unpredictability wavering heavily in his voice.
“Ask away, Al.” Vincent said with a curious undertone.
“Can you massage my shoulders, they're quite sore.” Said the curly haired man, in a pleading tone.
“Uh-.. Yes, of course.” Vincent replied, failing to mask the excitement in his voice.
Vincent was a little shocked about Alastor asking such a question, but for some reason, he was happy that he did. Before he was going to reach out to grab his shoulders, the other man had straddled his lap. Vincent was not expecting this in the slightest, but he tolerated it well, a little too well. Alastor's head was resting on the other's shoulders as he embraced Vincent’s back with his arms. Alastor was groaning excessively whenever Vincent pressed on the right spot.
“Mm.. Right there Vincent.” He groaned, letting out some other sounds right after.
“Yeah, I got it. Stop moaning and groaning, Al. That window lady probably won't be thinking about a massage to say the least.” The man said, a small blush forming on his face. He started snickering under his breath as he heard the windows wiping from behind the curtains.
“Her presumption wouldn't be wrong.” Alastor said, his words still slurred together.
Vincent blushed profusely, what in the world did Alastor mean by that? What is he implying? This time he needed to ask.
“Al, what are you implying? Don't be silly.” He said nervously, trying to pass it off..
“Oh my Dear Vincent, you know exactly what I mean.” He said quietly, his eyes fighting to stay open.
“You need rest, Al. I'll bring you to your room.” He said while passing whatever Alastor kept rambling about as a drunken weird thing. He then picked Alastor up and off of his lap and into his arms, preparing to take him to his room. He hasn't seen his room in quite a while actually, though that was because the last time he saw his room it was a bunch of creepy voodoo shit.
“I didn't clean my room last night or this morning, it's dirty. I had to get my hands dirty, so I just fell asleep due to exhaustion instead of actually cleaning it.” He managed to say before falling asleep in Vincent's arms.
“Great, but I doubt it's ever clean anyway.” He sighed while mumbling to himself, now walking to his own room and setting Alastor down in his bed.
He decided to wait for Alastor to wake up by watching the TV in the living room. Finally, he could actually watch without Alastor pestering him to turn it off. He reclined the couch once more and turned on the news, seeing if there are any potential competitors he needs to exterminate. After watching the broadcasts for at least an hour or two, he saw a couple of people who were worth getting his hands dirty for. Vincent himself wasn't too intoxicated, enough to think straight at least. However, he could not say the same for the man sleeping in his bed. Thinking of him, he stood up and planned to go check on Alastor and see if he had awakened from his nap. But, he saw Alastor emerge from his room, now appearing energized. However he seemed like he was only a little less intoxicated, which was going to continue to be a hassle to deal with like earlier that night.
“How was it taking up my bed for several hours?” He said in a mock offended voice. He looked Alastor up and down, unconsciously checking out his form and tired look.
“Amazing, actually. The scent of the blankets and sheets were quite nice.” He said truthfully while staring at Vincent's zoned out state, beginning to approach the couch and Vincent.
Before he could snap out of his trance, let alone reply, Alastor grabbed his wrists and pinned them on the wall above the couch with one hand while the other pushed his chin up to face him. Vincent's face had turned bright red, he was biting his lip softly and then calmed himself down.
“So-.. What's this about, Al?” He said while stuttering, trying to look him in the eyes.
“I fell to sleep before I could say anything but you really just can't take a hint, can’t you?” He said as his face approached Vincent's, the strong smell of whiskey coming from his mouth.
“What hint? Oh but of course! I have something on my face right? Here, just let me move my hands and I'll wipe it off.” He struggled to move his wrists from Alastor’s grasp, losing his composure as his face began to flush up again. He tried to get himself out of the situation regardless of what his heart said, he's a logical man, not a heartfelt teenager.
Vincent's denial made him pull away, he was surely uncomfortable. It left a bitter taste in his mouth as he let go of his wrists, slowly trying to stand up so he could go to his room. He might be drunk, but he'll surely apologize for this tomorrow. Before he could successfully get off the couch, Vincent pulled him back down by the tie and nervously kissed him. Alastor ended up in the same position as they were at the beginning of their evening, on his knees between Vincent's thighs. After that, Alastor grabbed his waists then slipped his tongue into the other man's mouth. Vincent reciprocated the act, but a dozen times stronger. Vincent wondered what he was doing because he’d been telling himself all day, or rather since he met Alastor he didn't like men. But for some odd reason he couldn't care less right now, all he wanted was Alastor. When they finally pulled back, Alastor's flushed face had a smug smile plastered on there.
“You taste just as good as you smell.” Alastor said with a deadpan yet low voice, where he then cupped and moved Vincent's chin up to face him again with his hand right after. His other still lingered on Vincent's tie, hoping he could reciprocate the moment they had earlier.
“What's the smug smile about?” Said Vincent, trying to sound confident. He was hesitant to meet the other’s eyes, as there was guilt shining all over in his. He really wanted to succumb to his hearts emotions, but deep down he couldn't bring himself to do it.
“Cant I enjoy a moment with what's mine?” Said Alastor, his voice slightly lowered yet he still slurred his words. He hadn't noticed Vincent being nervous due to being intoxicated. When he finally made Vincent look at him, he noticed his uncomfortable demeanor and tried to figure it out. Did he change his mind already? Should he ask?
Vincent stayed silent, already regretting his actions. He couldn't believe he was doing this with another man, he hated how it felt so good. He saw Alastor's concerned expression, and that made all semblance of guilt in his core disappear. He wouldn't dare to keep Alastor waiting any longer, and finally made the decision to suck his feelings up and deal with it. Vincent immediately began to suck on Alastor’s neck hungrily, leaving a large and sensitive hickey on the man's neck. As a response, Alastor moaned loudly which encouraged Vincent to leave more on his neck while savouring the taste. He was progressively feeling more and more comfortable with it, and was ready to do something with more confidence. However, Alastor caught the other off guard and he returned the favour by bringing him into a kiss. As he was about to pull back, on his own accord, Vincent slipped his tongue in and brought them both back into the kiss. He searched and tangled with the others tongue without stop until he ran out of breath. 20 minutes or so passed, and they were completely spent. Vincent looked down at Alastor beneath him, vulnerable and weak. He loved seeing such a powerful figure in this state, especially because of him. Meanwhile Alastor licked his lips, he was left wanting more but his physical state was restraining him. After they were done admiring each others current qualities, the both of them wiped saliva from their mouths as Vincent rolled off from on top of him and laid down next to Alastor. Vincent had now come to terms with liking the same gender, maybe even more than comfortable, and it was all thanks to Alastor. Though Alastor found it funny how he of all people changed someone's sexuality, his mindset on romance was just if they're his type regardless of gender. They both stayed up thinking about their newfound experience, especially Vincent, and both fell to sleep shortly after as Vincent’s head on Alastor's chest, a nice end to the rough day they both had.
10 minutes later, Vincent noticed Alastor was fully asleep; he snuck out of his embrace so he could go wash up. He set his belongings down on the bathroom counter and went to take a shower. As the warm water rained over his neck, he could feel the hickeys and bites sting in a good and bad way. Now, he started to get lost in thought about what he and Alastor are now. He didn't know if either of them would remember in the morning, especially Alastor seeing as he had an unhealthy amount of shots. And to top it off, he has to.. get rid of some rivals tomorrow. He might need to invest in concealer too, the bruises were starting to form. He turned the tap off and wrapped a towel around his waist, and went to change in his room. When he closed his bedroom door, he got dressed and laid down in bed. He thought to himself while smiling in a sense of disbelief and happiness:
‘all of these inconveniences, just for alastor. he'd better have some memory of tonight, it'll be fun to tease him in the morning.’