Without the support of Angel's hands, Alastor stumbled as the gently swaying room made it difficult to find his footing. His smile thinned to almost non-existent as he looked up at Angel, eyes filled with confusion and hurt, ears slowly lowering in distress.
They were having such a good time! They'd been dancing and Angel had even stroked his ears! What had happened?! What had he done wrong?!
Alastor's internal receiver swung wildly through the stations as drunken understanding hit Alastor:
He wasn't just some sinner. He was Alastor the Radio Demon. Feared by all in Hell. Nobody wanted to talk to him, much less dance with him. What had he been thinking?
Angel's radio switched stations mid-song as it synced with Alastor's internal receiver. Nat King Cole's voice began crooning away:
♪♫ Smile though your heart is aching Smile even though it's breaking When there are clouds in the sky You'll get by ♪♫
"...I understand."
Alastor's face spread into a wide smile before he turned away from Angel. He stumbled and nearly fell but he caught himself with the nightstand.
He was still very, very drunk but he was no longer the bubbly, happy-go-lucky drunk of only a few moments before. His mood had crashed. Now he wanted nothing more than to go back to his room and drink until he blacked out, hoping that Husk's prescription to numb any and all pain would work.
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They were having such a good time! They'd been dancing and Angel had even stroked his ears! What had happened?! What had he done wrong?!
Alastor's internal receiver swung wildly through the stations as drunken understanding hit Alastor:
He wasn't just some sinner. He was Alastor the Radio Demon. Feared by all in Hell. Nobody wanted to talk to him, much less dance with him. What had he been thinking?
Angel's radio switched stations mid-song as it synced with Alastor's internal receiver. Nat King Cole's voice began crooning away:
♪♫ Smile though your heart is aching
Smile even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by ♪♫
"...I understand."
Alastor's face spread into a wide smile before he turned away from Angel. He stumbled and nearly fell but he caught himself with the nightstand.
He was still very, very drunk but he was no longer the bubbly, happy-go-lucky drunk of only a few moments before. His mood had crashed. Now he wanted nothing more than to go back to his room and drink until he blacked out, hoping that Husk's prescription to numb any and all pain would work.