It was the early 1920s in New Orleans, and you were at a bar with one of your close friends Rosie. It just so happened to be the same bar that Alastor and his 'friend' Husker had went to so that Alastor could get a new victim to kill but Husk had only agreed to go for the drinks and gambling.

While Al was sitting at the bar, sipping on some whisky, he had spotted you and Rosie at the back of the building just giggling and chatting away. He thought that you were really pretty, so he got out of his seat and set the glass onto the table before excusing himself and walked up to you 2 and cleared his throat to get y'all's attention as his hands were behind his back. You and Rosie had recognized him since he was a well-known radio host and you had thought he was cute and Rosie knew since you had told her once, so she let a small almost not noticeable smirk crawl up onto her face as he began to speak.

Alastor: "Hello, my dears. I'm Alastor, you may know me from my radio show, I was just across the bar there and couldn't help but notice just how beautiful you were."