A Drink
You bid goodbye to Charlie and Angel. Charlie going to drop off Angel at work before her meeting. With a blowed kiss to Angel you shut the limo door and it drives on down the road, leaving you and Alastor out on the pavement. You turn to Alastor with pinched brows and a shaking of your head.
"Why were you so rude to Atticus?",you question him with a crossing of your arms. Alastor fixes his monocle with a chuckle and shrug,"He was being unprofessional. Holding volunteers hands isn't something I can assume is professional."
You pout slightly while scoffing,"We weren't even holding hands...",you mumble out and sigh,"Whatever. Just don't do something like that again." You blink back softly and turn away from Alastor making your way towards the hotel. Alastor follows close with a low chuckle.
"And why does it matter to you, my dear?",Alastor can't help but inquire. You turn to him upon entering the lobby and you sigh,"Because, Alastor, you can't just be rude or blunt with people because you feel like it."
For a moment it seems as if thought Alastor is thinking then he laughs loudly,"Of course I can! Thats the great thing about being me." You frown and pinch the bridge of your nose and Alastor continues with a roll of his eyes,"And he was being unprofessional. Who was he to be holding your hand when you've just met."
You blink back as you look past Alastor and to a photo hanging on the wall of the lobby. A photo you had seen upon your arrival. Alastor watches your eyes narrow then widen,"They're the Von Eldritch twins?..." You finally realize while asking aloud and Alastor nods.
"Yes of course they are.",Alastor looks back to you from the photo,"Were you not aware?" You shake your head with a soft "no" and Alastor watches the pendant glow a soft white before returning to the red jewel.
"I didn't think people as kind and inviting as them were related to Helsa and Seviathan.",you state plainly while looking back to Alastor. Alastor can't help but grin and he leans down to speak with you more intimately,"And whats that suppose to mean, dear?"
You laugh softly and shrug nonchalantly,"Have you seen the way those siblings treat those lower than them and how they speak of imps and any lower class demon? They're terrible snobby people." You scrunch your nose and twitch it at the thought of them.
Alastor ingrains that adorable image in his mind and he raises a brow,"And you think the twins are any different? Looks can be deceiving you know." You think about what he says for a moment and you shake your head.
"No I can feel they're good people deep down. I'm usually not wrong about that.",you say softly as you glance to the photograph of the Magne and Von Eldritch family. Turning back to Alastor your irritation and embarrassment for him earlier seems to have faltered.
"I was right about you. You are good deep down."
This seems to flip a switch in Alastor.
//What in Hell did you just say?// He thinks while fixing his monocle. Glancing down your necklace glows a soft white once more.
Alastor looks over the warm smile on your lips, for some reason you calling him a good person instilled anger within him. He didn't like you honestly thinking he was a good person. How on earth did you think this? He killed everyone you loved and then himself. You must know of his acts here in Hell.
Your smile falters slightly as Alastors grin twitches at the corners of his lips. You reach out with concern yet he's quick to laugh and turn away,"What nonsense! Me being a good person! I'm sorry but I must be leaving."
"Alastor whats the matter?",you inquire while grabbing ahold of his wrist before he can walk away from you. He freezes beneath your touch and slowly looks to you. Your face is riddled with concern and slight confusion.
He pulls his hand away and shakes his head,"I am anything but good, my dear. I think its best you stop lying to yourself." You blink back and your gaze falls down to the ground.
// Why is he being so strange now? //
You think back to what could have possibly set him off yet you couldn't quite put your finger on it. With a slight frown you shake your head,"I'm not lying." With hesitation you reach up and gently cup his cheek. Alastor allows you to do this, having missed your touch and with no one being around.
He leans against your touch and the pad of your thumb gently runs over the apple of his cheek. With a slight frown you feel guilt prod at you. Putting on a soft smile for him you cock your head gently,"I think you're a bit stressed about something. Why don't we go out and get a drink or a bite to eat? Remember when we'd go to Rosies?"
You're relieved to notice his tight grin softening slightly. He chuckles and nods while placing his hand over yours,"Of course I do, I remember everything with you." You feel your heart warm and you drop your hand, hesitating before interlacing your fingers.
"So is that a yes?",you question. In a matter of moments Alastor finds himself back to normal, with his wide grin he nods,"Of course, my dear!"
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Alastor leads you into a calmer and more peaceful kind of bar. It smells faintly of spicy dishes and the soft sounds of smooth jazz falls on your ears. You especially like the soft and not harsh lighting. Alastor places his hand on the small of your back and leads you towards a booth like setting near the back.
"This place is really comfortable.",you praise while glancing around and sitting inside the booth. Alastor smiles fondly at you and nods,"It is one of the nicer places in this place."
When you two sit down a waitress puts up her hand, politely asking you to wait and you nod in response.
You sat aside Alastor for a few moments and quite frankly you didn't feel awkward or as if though you had to fill the silence. You just felt strange. Here you were with the man you hadn't seen in decades all due to a tragedy you forgave him for. In literal Hell.
It was still quite jarring to you when you really thought about it.
Luckily the waitress comes over and gives you a moment to gather your thoughts,"So what will be your choice of drinks?" Alastor glances to you and notices the slight confusion on your features so he opts to choosing for the both of you.
With the waitress leaving Alastor turns to you with a heavy sigh and a bit of annoyance in his eyes. Not at you but at feeling as if though he has to apologize for earlier.
"Darling.",he starts and you turn away from the pretty photographs on the wall to look at him,"I feel it must be said that I'm—"
"Here are your drinks!",the waitress says with enthusiasm and you notice the deepened annoyance on Alastors features. You glance down to notice her place a glass of red wine in front of you. Alastor eyes it and can smell the strength from here.
"Um I'm sorry but I don't think we ordered this.",you say softly after having heard Alastor tell the waitress your order. She nods with a smile on her imp features,"Its a gift from someone who wants to remain anonymous. Enjoy your drinks." With that she walks away with a smile on her black painted lips.
Alastor looks at the wine glass and narrows his eyes. You push it away from you with a scrunch of your nose he looks at you with a questioning gaze,"How sweet but I don't like red wine." The pendant around your neck glows an ink black and he wonders why you would lie about such a minuscule thing.
You noticed the way Alastor tensed up and his eyes narrowed. You could only assume this didn't make him the least amount happy and in an effort to not ruin the mood you thought it best to reject the drink.
Alastor is admittingly a bit happy that you rejected it nonetheless. You raise your drink that he had ordered with a soft smile,"How'd you know my favorite drink?" He shrugs and raises his glass with his usual grin.
"I told you I remember everything involving you, my dear."
"God you're such a pussy.",Siren snickers while watching Atticus look to the booth across the bar. He turns around while covering his eyes with a shake of his head.
"Why is she with him? Isn't he like the most feared asshole in Hell?",Atticus retorts while bringing the glass of water to his lips. He both regretted and was thankful for suggesting this place for their break. He glanced across the room once more to notice you push away the wine glass.
"Ouch, that's got to sting huh?",Siren teases as her eyes watch you raise the glass you originally ordered,"I'm not too sure why he's hanging off of her. Seems to me he may fancy her."
Atticus raises a brow and snorts,"What? He's the radio demon." Siren shrugs while lifting her glass of expensive alcohol to her black painted lips,"The way he looked at you after that sight he looked about ready to gut you."
Atticus narrowed his eyes while grabbing Sirens glass of alcohol and drinking it,"He's gotten more arrogant since joining Charlies ridiculous endeavor. I love her but c'mon redemption?"
Siren turns away with a wince when you lean against Alastor with that warm smile. She furrows her brows and thinks for a moment,"She doesn't really seem like the type to need redemption. From what Angel and Charlie told me she's a bloody saint. Selfless and kind."
Atticus nods while smiling at the thought of you,"As soon as she walked into the room all the dogs quieted down. She even managed to quell Ares..." Siren looks to her twin as his neon eyes glow slightly and he smiles further.
"I want her.",Atticus states bluntly while turning back and looking to you. His entire sweet guy demeanor having shifted, which was noticed by Siren. She grinned and looked to let her eyes fall on you.
You smile warmly and laugh behind your hand at something Alastor said,"Seems she may fancy Alastor just as much I'm afraid." Atticus hates to admit that his sister is probably right about this,"Maybe so. But how much?" The way you look at Alastor is no doubt a signal of how you feel about him, yet when Alastor attempts to grab your hand you pull it away discreetly.
With a tilt of her head the youngest Von Eldritch had an idea pop into her head. Pulling out her phone she nudges her brother,"Why don't we find out?" Before he can react Siren grabs ahold of his wrist and tugs him towards you.