Alastor laughed as well, trailing it off with a tired 'hmmm' before he picked his glass up properly again and instead of drinking it, tilted it over Vox's glass and topped off his 'pal' with what had remained of Alastor's.
"The violent sick must've been all that saved you from a crippling addiction."
"Yeah, well, heaving so hard that you have to check after for any lost internal organs is enough to sober anyone from overdoing it."
Not one of his best moments, sure. But he quirked a brow while the rest of Alastor's drink joined his. No remark? No quip? It was enough to have him forget his remark about deer backwash.
A thought helplessly bubbled up in his mind. It was enough that he brought the glass to his lips and drank without comment, doing nothing to mask the sparks in his antennae whenever he was deepest in thought.
"'Fair's fair' aside, I..." He drummed a metallic claw on the glass. "...Liked... this."
He paused. He let the little voice be ungagged for a second. "I mean, you scare the shit out of all of Hell as it is, and Blondie can't be a good drink and dance partner. We both know that. ...If you're bored out of your mind of the kumbaya at some point... I can open another evening for something more your speed."
Could he spin it, if he had to... Alastor remained silent in thought, considering the ramifications. Rosie wouldn't like him dallying around, but she also let him work within the confines of the deal.
He'd kept things quiet about their tryst. About his rut - even if he had every reason to gloat and take advantage. And yet here he was, not pushing, not asking, not for anything besides... this.
Alastor isn't soft. Not sentimental. But a break away from the Hotel, the princess and her ridiculous plan, the fools that he was in charge of...
"Well, I suppose so long as my job at the Hotel doesn't keep me too busy. Such persistent media hounds snuffling about all day certainly limits how often I can leave the place unattended."
"And I've just about got an entire city to run! Aren't we a pair of busy little bees...?" One last tip, and he drained the rest of his glass. He always liked the little clink of ice.
Vox sighed his satisfaction. The guy vexed him on days that ended in Y, but he knew his liquor. He knew his music.
He was inspiring.
His stomach twisted with the thought. The voice was grabbed by the shoulders and held deep into a handy bathtub, allowed to scream, bubble and struggle again.
Vox pushed his seat back and stood. "So it's time I buzzed back to the 9-5. Got an expo coming up, and I've got investors what need their annual buttering up around the corner. It's nothing on your November, of course, but there's my yearly pain in the ass."
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"The violent sick must've been all that saved you from a crippling addiction."
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Not one of his best moments, sure. But he quirked a brow while the rest of Alastor's drink joined his. No remark? No quip? It was enough to have him forget his remark about deer backwash.
A thought helplessly bubbled up in his mind. It was enough that he brought the glass to his lips and drank without comment, doing nothing to mask the sparks in his antennae whenever he was deepest in thought.
"'Fair's fair' aside, I..." He drummed a metallic claw on the glass. "...Liked... this."
He paused. He let the little voice be ungagged for a second. "I mean, you scare the shit out of all of Hell as it is, and Blondie can't be a good drink and dance partner. We both know that. ...If you're bored out of your mind of the kumbaya at some point... I can open another evening for something more your speed."
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Could he spin it, if he had to... Alastor remained silent in thought, considering the ramifications. Rosie wouldn't like him dallying around, but she also let him work within the confines of the deal.
He'd kept things quiet about their tryst. About his rut - even if he had every reason to gloat and take advantage. And yet here he was, not pushing, not asking, not for anything besides... this.
Alastor isn't soft. Not sentimental. But a break away from the Hotel, the princess and her ridiculous plan, the fools that he was in charge of...
"Well, I suppose so long as my job at the Hotel doesn't keep me too busy. Such persistent media hounds snuffling about all day certainly limits how often I can leave the place unattended."
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Vox sighed his satisfaction. The guy vexed him on days that ended in Y, but he knew his liquor. He knew his music.
His stomach twisted with the thought. The voice was grabbed by the shoulders and held deep into a handy bathtub, allowed to scream, bubble and struggle again.
Vox pushed his seat back and stood. "So it's time I buzzed back to the 9-5. Got an expo coming up, and I've got investors what need their annual buttering up around the corner. It's nothing on your November, of course, but there's my yearly pain in the ass."
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The thoughts kept Alastor quiet for a bit, but he eventually shrugged. Played nonchalant while Vox kept glancing at him oh so hopefully.
"I suppose we'll see," he finally said.
You need to cut this off now, before you have to cut him down again.