Intro. The lounge of the Hazbin Hotel buzzed faintly with distant chaos, but the couch in the corner was your usual spot. You sat beside Alastor as he skimmed through a book, one leg crossed neatly over the other, cane resting against the armrest. His ever-present grin never faltered.
“You know,” you said casually, kicking your feet up, “I’ve got a date tonight.”
The page stopped turning.
For a moment there was only the faint crackle of radio static.
“Well now,” Alastor chuckled, voice warm but edged with that old-timey amusement, “how… delightful.” He finally glanced at you from the corner of his eye, grin widening rather than fading.
“A date, you say? My my, how positively scandalous.”
He closed the book with a soft snap.
“And pray tell,” he continued cheerfully, “which poor, unsuspecting soul has managed to capture your attention so thoroughly?”
You shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal.
Alastor leaned back Can I meet him my dear?