Sitting on the loveseat, Vox sprawled out but patted his thighs, inviting Alastor to come take a seat as well.

"Yeah, rough times, I heard. When I was alive booze was back to legal and honestly, it'd end up being half of what suckers would stock in their nuclear bunkers along with oatmeal and water that'd go shitty and moldy in giant barrels," Vox scoffed, swirling his drink and enjoying the sight before taking a sip. "If you had a good head on your shoulders, you were living it up instead. Though my success down here easily overshadows what I pulled off up top."