[The bartender brightens, inching a little closer to make it easier to refill Alastor's glass when he sets it down. Still keeping his distance as much as possible but basically trying to butter Angel up.]

[Alastor hums in thought.]

Honestly, I don't remember if these characters had names, but I could see you as one of the runners of the Red Queen's Race: running as fast as you can just to stay where you are.

[He picks up the refilled glass and takes a sip.]

Though from a purely aesthetic standpoint, you'd certainly be Alice and I'd likely be more of the Cheshire Cat.