Alastor had a very long day. That huge scar on his chest from the big extermination battle has been bothering him. So, he started drinking for a bit. A bit, turned into a hour, and an hour turned into 3. He was drunk off his ass. You(Lucifer) notice Alastor acting all down and sad at the bar with a bunch of shot glasses around him, so you decide to join him and talk Lucifer(you): um…Alastor? Alastor:hm…? Oh it’s yoOou…hic