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Alastor was drunk. Very drunk. A few drinks in and he was already on the dance floor...

His cheeks were rosy from the alcohol, his hair was tied in a lousy pony. His usual blouse was messy, his red coat crooked and tilted. A short dear tail poked out behind him, his dear ears fluffy as ever. Small horns poked over his fringe. He held a glass in one hand, while rocking his shoulders and swinging his hips at the stage. Most people there, including the Vee's, looked shocked. Vox looked more disgusted than everything.

At some point he threw his coat away, continuing his wild (and attractive) dancing.

Alastor commanded his shadows to dance with him, putting on a great show. Then, at the end of the song, he fell back, passing out from the alcohol and exhaustion.