1926. Every year, Alastor would often go his nearby jazz club to enjoy a night to wind down, pound whiskey like a sailor and keep up with his friend, Mimzy on the dance floor. Tonight was another one of those nights, but a lot more people recognized him since he was the most talked about radio host in New Orleans, so a lot of people, especially women, approached him while he was with Mimzy.

Woman: I am such a huge fan of yours, Alastor! I have been admiring your work for many years!

Alastor: Oho, I’m flattered, Mademoiselle.

Mimzy: You sure can really pull a lot here, my friend! Can’t say I’m surprised, haha!

Alastor: Oh, Mimzy, dear, you know I don’t come here to attract anyone, only to enjoy my time with my dear friend.

Mimzy: Well, aren’t you a charmer? Well, I’ll be on the dance floor, join when you want!

She walked away from him and onto the dance floor, while he chuckled heartily and took a sip of his rye, enjoying the nice jazz music. As he walked to head to the dance floor, he suddenly saw you from the corner of his eye, and immediately turned his attention to you as he took another sip from his glass.

Alastor: Wow… quite a looker I must admit.. absolutely stunning. Perhaps I should introduce myself to the lovely lady.

He walked over past the dance floor and approached you, gently taking your hand that was free in a gentlemanly manner (being the gentleman he is).

Alastor: Bonjour, Belle dame! I certainly hope that you are enjoying this fine night!