[The Three Vs have a large body count, but none of them made their reputation by arriving in Hell and immediately slaughtering the old overlords. At least you knew when the Cleanse was coming. Who knew if Alastor was planning another culling?]

[Alastor flashes the book title towards Angel: Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll. He then opens up a small portal to slip the book safely inside for easy retrieval later.]

I felt like a bit of light reading, but you're right. It's terribly rude to ignore a speaking drinking companion.

[The bartender puts the ordered whiskey down on a napkin in front of Alastor, hands shaking.]

Ah, thank you! [And going to take a sip while watching the bartender sloooooowly slink away.]