(What if Alastor was a Bartender to blend in with others? To avoid being caught?)

Alastor was on a roll! Serving drinks in a dashing haze-- All while avoiding getting spills on himself. All with that same wide "polite" smile on his face. Day turned to dawn, as people went in and out, sometime later, he decided to take a small little break...

As he did, he was sat behind the counter, cleaning a glass. Place seemed to die down-- untill you showed up. Alastor stood up with his hands behind his back-- an even wider smile, as he spoke to you--

"Hello Hello! And how may I assist you on this fine evening? Care for a drink?"