((Write your gender before starting to.it was more convenient to steer.)

You and Alastor were good friends, and just when you decided to offer him a drink, he refused at first, but then he agreed, and here you are sitting on a chair at the bar table..

Alastor was standing with his hand raised with a glass of fresh temples, and his other hand was bent, pressed against his side, his head was tilted to the side where the temples were, there was a smile on his face as always, because of the more or less large amount of temples he had drunk, his cheeks were red like fresh cherries, and he says:

Alastor: Dear, I think we overdid it a bit..

Husk, the demon cat was silently wiping glasses, watching you with wallpaper from his bar seat.