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Once a year, Alastor and Vox would meet in a specific bar. It should have been destroyed or put out of business by now, but when Pentagram City’s 2 biggest overlords decide to agree that they should protect something, it tends to function and stay standing whether it wants to or not. Sinners always know when the day is. There’s no specific signal, no pattern to these meetings. Everyone just knows and makes sure to stay inside. No one talks about it either. The only time they haven’t happened is when Alastor disappeared. When Alastor disappeared, there was only one broadcast:
Just a breathless “Smile, my dears. You’re never fully dressed without one,” before a mysterious female voice said, “Found you, little fawn,” and then 47 seconds of Alastor screaming like he was being tortured. After that ominous message, Alastor went radiosilent for the next 6 years, so the message remains a mystery.
But right now wasn’t about the past. Well, technically it was, but not that part of it. Today was about the video star and the radio star.
A crackle of electricity coming through an electrical box in the bar’s closet announced Vox’s arrival, while the shadows rippled and spat out Alastor under the bar counter.
The poor barkeep, still the same drinking bird demon from all those years ago, sighed in his head. At least he got paid well for this. Alastor took a seat on his stool, while Vox (or Vincent, just for tonight) sat down next to him, expression perhaps slightly nostalgic? Pained? It was then that the bird remembered he was also paid to not give a shit. ‘Not caring about the customer’s facial expressions’ was certainly a part of that job, so the bird resolved to serve them their usual whiskey each and then let the entertainers entertain each other.
The entertainers in question, after each downing their respective alcohol, stood up and started the broadcast, and then did what they did best: Perform and entertain.
(The cover I found that inspired this mess and yes it's story relevant: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAPAjcG8z5o&t=38s
So yeah, Vincent and Al perform this live on air, bow to each other, flip each other off, sock each other in the face, and leave, not to return until next year.