Angel Dust sat at the bar with a glass of liquor and flirting with their bartender, Husk, as always. He seemed to hear Alastor coming down the stairs, turning his head to him with a little grin while Husk only sighed in the back, knowing Angel would be up to his flirtatious antics like always. Alastor always shut him down immediately, but he continued nonetheless. He found him intriguing, mysterious. No one really knew much about Alastor.