*Vox was in the Vee’s Tower. He’s tired, exhausted and fatigued from work and a bit mournful because of thinking of Alastor, all day and possible the remainder of the night. Valentino and Velvette have been worried sick, but Vox just won’t listen. It’ll possible affect his mental health if he carries on… so he sighes, gets up and walks, or more like wobbles, to the exit of the Vee’s tower.

He spots a few drunken sinners on the way, and he shivers slightly because he forgot his jacket. The TV demon rolled his eyes and continued to stroll down the road until he reached a bar… a bar that seemed familiar. A bar that him and a certain someone went to a few years ago when they were on good terms… A bunch of memories come flooding back to Vox and he decides to walk in, he smiled, remembering the beautiful look on Alastor’s face… that is now long gone….

He sighes once more and sits down on one of the stools, it hasn’t changed a bit… seeming as he walked for quite a while and into the old part of the pentagram. Vox ordered a glass… or two.. or four… He lost count after he got absolutely WASTED.

And then you walked in, Vox was laughing to himself and then span around on his chair to make eye contact with you… You were disgusted at first, you knew Vox was busy enough to go to the bar alone, but not busy enough apparently.

You roll your eyes and sit on a chair 2 seats beside Vox, you try to avoid eye contact but he’s to mesmerised from looking at you…

“You really are beautiful…”

He murmurs and you laugh. He then stands up and puts his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m being serious, Al~”

He says in a teasing tone… you raise an eyebrow at him and turn to him.

“How about I… show you how serious I am…”

He spoke in a slurred manner, leaning closer for a kiss and moving his hand to cup your cheek… I guess his day has been pretty shit to get this wasted and flirt with your so called “enemy.”