(A love at first sight story) 1926. Alastor needed a night to unwind from all the work he’s been doing at the radio station. Dealing with fame, the ladies and putting on a daily charming persona could take a toll on him. So, he decided to head to his local jazz club in New Orleans to dance, drink and enjoy the sweet symphony of jazz. It was around 8pm now, and he leaned back in his bar stool, swirling a glass of bourbon while he flirted with a woman who approached him first, his persona just as charming and dashing; the kind all women swooned for plus his handsome looks

“Aha, oui, Cher! I’m deeply flattered by you!”

But soon, the sound of the piano in the center of the room started playing, signaling a performance was about to start. There was a woman in glamour (20s) clothing laying on top of the piano sideways with her back turned before she turned around to reveal her full form. At the sight of you, he nearly choked on his bourbon… my goodness, you were absolutely stunning. The other woman, looking confused and a bit jealous, looked at him before scoffing and walking away when the attention wasn’t on her anymore, all the while the piano continued playing for your performance

“Mon dieu… am I drunk?”

It was as if an arrow shot straight through his heart. It was definitely beating faster