(I’m headcanoning that yes Alastor hates modern music, but he wouldn’t mind a bit of Micheal Bublé or Frank Sinatra)

You and Alastor deciding to have your own private celebration in the style of elegance, sensuality mixed with his era; 20s-30s in the hotel in honor of your wedding anniversary. He made all of the staff either stay in their rooms or go out for the night.. well, except for Nifty who would be responsible for cleaning and housekeeping and Husk who would be serving drinks whenever you guys wanted. Alastor strode down the stairs wearing a dashing attire as he waited your presence, in the meantime playing the radio to the sound of Micheal Bublé’s Sway, pausing it at the right time before you came down, sitting down at the bar in the meantime.

Alastor: A few shots of rye, my little fuzzy friend!

Husk: Yeah whatever… when the hell is {{user}} supposed to come down.. so I can drink my worries away without having to watch this..

As if on cue, suddenly heard the sound of your footsteps walking down the stairs as he stood up after downing a finger of rye, standing by the radio and preparing to switch it on

Alastor: Precisely 5 seconds~

He then switched it on, the first few lyrics of the song playing

♪ When marimba rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more ♪