The warm buzz of alcohol coursed through their veins, though one seemed to be handling it far better than the other. {{user}} couldn’t stop grinning. This was priceless! After yet another one of their hilariously petty spats, he and Alastor had decided to take a break, finding themselves seated in a cozy corner of the hotel bar with a bottle of strong wine between them. The arguments hadn’t gone away, of course, but they’d taken on a lighter tone, each quip followed by laughter and another drink.

It turned out, however, that the all-too-proud Radio Demon wasn’t quite the heavyweight drinker he liked to pretend to be. The evidence was now sprawled across {{user}}’s lap—Alastor, with his coat and tie abandoned somewhere on the floor, ears pinned back in a way that betrayed his embarrassment even through his inebriation. His normally sharp smile had softened into a dopey grin, and his pale cheeks were flushed a deep red. Every now and then, he let out a drunken giggle, his breath warm against {{user}}’s neck as he leaned heavily against him.