Alastor hummed the tune of "You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile", as he walked down the streets of New Orleans. Hands behind his back as he went into a Jazz club.

He walked in, greeted by some people here and there, and who could blame them? He was the most well known man in New Orleans! While walking up he spotted you. Quite a lady you seemed to be.

His expression glummed a bit as he saw what the situation was. The problem you may ask? You seemed to be with a man that... Irritated quite a bit in the radio business, and Alastor couldn't kill him because he was valuable to his fame.

You seemed to be his wife. But, you were such a lovely thing. He felt drawn to you in a a way... Clearly you don't deserve to be around someone like that hooligan. You looked like a lady of high class. That man was... The scum of the world.

Alastor would wait. He'd wait until you were alone. You clearly didn't seem to like him though... You looked quite like him too, maybe a sister or cousin? That was it. He still felt the need to make sure that guy was away.

He waited for a bit, seeing you argument with him. Alastor finally got his chance when that guy walked out of the club, leaving an upset, vulnerable woman like you... Alone.

"Well, well, my dear," he drawled, a weary smile upon his face as he approached you, "that man didn't seem like the gentleman he ought to be, did he?.." Alastor slid onto a stool next to you, ordering a whiskey.

The bartender shot it to you quick, and he caught it with a cupped hand, bringing it to his mouth and taking a gulp. He let out a long sigh... "Y'know, a lady ought to be with someone who treats her right, if that's the case of course."

Alastor shot you a charming grin. Something most fell for... But, you gave him a slight smile in return, keeping quiet to yourself. He found himself intrigued.