Alastor waited patiently at the hotel bar, dusting himself off a bit. Give the man a little credit he spruced up too. He wore a red vintage top hat on his head along with some red jewels lining his regular suit.
He heard your footsteps and perked up to look at you on the staircase.
His face instantly flushed a deep red, even deeper than his suit.
Angel Dust noticed you too and whistled. "Goddamn Al, you're one lucky guy." he grinned, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
He didn't respond, only stammers came out his mouth.
You chuckled and moved a strand of your hair out of the way. "Good enough for the great Radio Demon?" you joked moving closer to them.
"M-more than good enough." he muttered, still admiring your appearance.
"Perfect." you smiled. "Shall we?"
He smirked and gestured his arm. "We shall miss."
You smiled even wider and linked your arm with his. With that, he left the hotel alongside you.
Angel, however, felt conflicted.
He ruffled his hair as he slumped down in his seat.
He was happy for Al of course, but he couldn't help but feel jealous.
You were his weren't you? And he took you on a date as well, but maybe you thought of it as just going out as friends.
But there was one thought that saddened him the most.
Why didn't you dress up for him?
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"Sooo, anything special planned?" you asked.
"You'll see." he grinned.
He snapped his fingers and the two of you teleported outside the place.
"We're here~"He gestured to a fancy looking restaurant with wide open windows showing the demons dining inside. With the classiest chandelier hanging above them, smooth jazz was playing and there was probably some high-class food as well.
"I...was not expecting this." you chuckled.
He grinned. "Well, only the best for you."
Both of you walked inside and a demon lead you two to your table, since there wasn't much people around.
"So," he sat across from you and smiled. "For two people who spend a lot of time together, we don't know much about each other do we?"
You giggled. "Yeah now that I think about it."
"Tell me then. How'd you die?"
"Well," you started, "it's a longg story." you chuckled.
(A/n: see prologue)
"...And they threw me under the train and I died." you muttered. Both your hands were under the table and on your lap. Your knuckles grew snow white from how much you were clenching them, as you gritted your teeth.
But you sighed deeply and put them on top of the table.
Suddenly, you felt both of Alastor's hands wrap around yours.
"I'm so sorry for that Y/n." he said. "I hope those two go to hell for that. They deserve it."
"No thanks. I don't wanna bring them down with me." you joked.
The two of you laughed at your little remark and the waiter came to take your orders.
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You chatted and talked when you saw the waiter out of the corner of your eye come again with your orders.
"Damn, they really are missing people. The food came like that." you snapped your fingers with a smile.
He chuckled a bit.
The two of you ate and talked more.
You giggled. "So seriously, whats the deal with you and Vox?"
He sighed and crossed his arms. "We do not talk about him."
"Come on! I've met him personally, he's a pretty great guy."
He raised an eyebrow. "Wait. You met him?" he emphasized.
Uh oh the jig is up you thought nervously.
"Yeahhh." you chuckled.
"How?" he said in a stern tone.
"It's getting late isn't it?"
"Y/n please." he squeezed your hand. Not too hard to hurt you, but gently.
"Alright." you admitted. "I was dropping off Angel to work a few days ago. He invited me to go with him, and I said no, but he insisted and then I drank a bit and danced cause that's what you do at clubs and then Val and Vox confronted me. They pissed me off and Val called a pussycat and I made a little bet with him which I lost. So surprise! I now work as their assistant." you rambled nervously.
He growly lowly to himself as you heard static noises and glitching.
"̸̰̞̌͒͐̂͝Á̵̜̣̜̯͕̦̀̅̅̈́̂͊͒̿̚s̴̮̈́̃̏̕s̵̨̡̨̨̯̥̄͌i̶̢̼̥̤̐̉̄̚s̷͍͕̦̍̉̉̆t̶̨̤͔̞̹͙͍͙̏͒̏̉̊̈̇̊̆̇ą̵͕͓̣̝̀ņ̵̰̬̱̐ẗ̷̡̤̘̖͔́̑?̴̡͇͓̝͉̜̯͖̝̩̍̒́̿̆͘"̸̡̡̟͕̗͇̲͇̈́́̓̀̈̃̌͘͝
You barely managed to hear.
He stood up from his chair and then you gripped his wrist to try and stop him.
"̵̟̣̜̔N̶͚̯̟̙͕̹̎̇͐͒͗͗́̚̕o̷̦̿̎̋̒b̴̡̹̲͕̟̪̘̤̐̂̍ơ̵̗͕͚̄̅͘ḑ̶̛̟̥̙͒̽̓͂̂͝͝y̷͙̞̿̂̽́̽͐͠͝.̸̧̲̖͉͔̥̥͖̳̆̈͐͘͝.̵̯̲̭̻̠̰͍̝̙̦́͆͘.̷̨̼̟̭̳͎̝͖̓̈́̆̓́̆͆̀̚͜͝ͅ"̵̧̫̲̲͈̥̩̫́̕̕
"Alastor wait!"
"....makes m̴̧͈̤̳͔̲̀̿ͅẏ̵̧̥̬͎̬̩̣̗̿̈́̎ͅ Y/n their fucking assistant." he growled.
His words made you stop. "Wait wait wait, my Y/n?"
He stopped too, all the static around him leaving.
"I, uh, definitely did not say that."
"Yeah you did." you smirked. "I heard you."
"No you didn't."
"Aww~ is Al jealous?~" you teased, leaning closer to him.
"N-no..." he muttered looking away. His face flushed, but he did a very bad job at hiding it.
You giggled and patted his shoulder. "It's okay Alastor. It was cute."
"Cute?!" he exclaimed. "Seriously the last thing I am is cute."
You laughed a bit and then he laughed along with you. Both of you finished your dinner and then took your leave from the restaurant.
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"It's pretty out isn't it?" you muttered, walking out the streets of hell with Alastor.
"It is." he hummed. "Just like you."
You groaned playfully. "The amount of times I've heard that."
"Alright. How about beautiful?"
You blushed lightly and then looked down at the floor.
"Come on my dear. Let's head home."
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~Flashback~
The morning sun shined down at the radio broadcaster and the train welder as you offered to take him out to breakfast since he mentioned he hadn't eaten yet.
"Come on Al! I insist!" you grinned.
"I can't." he said.
"Please! I haven't eaten either and I want some company!"
"O..k..." he said slowly.
"Yess!" you cheered. "Let's go!" you took his hand and ran off to find a diner or a restaurant somewhere.
But you grinned wide off in another direction and got distracted.
"Hey Y/n? What are you looking at-"
"Look Al look!!"
You dragged his hand to see a group of men playing upbeat and loud jazz music who are just trying to make a living. The music made its way towards your ears which made you bring him closer. A guitar case was open along with some coins and cash inside, indicating they're doing this for money.
"Look Al you hear that?" you said barely above a whisper.
The music practically had its own energy, spinning music notes around the empty plaza making it sound like heaven itself.
You tossed a few coins and cash into the case. The saxophone player tipped his hat to you with a wide grin which made you giggle.
"It's jazz music!~" you emphasized, taking both his hands and spinning him round the floor. Your happy energy made him smile and laugh.
You spun and released him. "Ohh it was born here Alastor!" you sighed contently.
One thing he admired about you was your love for jazz. Everytime you heard even a single note of it a smile made its way to your face. He loved seeing you happy, and the passion you emit.
"Dance with me!" you grinned.
You gestured your hand out again which made his heart race. He happily took it and danced alongside you.
The music went on and on as the happy energy went noticed by many strangers walking by. Soon, more and more people came to the little spot and everyone was dancing.
The music filled the air as you and Al grinned all the while.
And for a moment, just for one moment, Louisiana was slightly brighter that day.