Lucifer was sitting at the bar Husker worked at, at the lobby of the hotel. Everyone was asleep, so he helped himself to some drinks. He had a nightmare, and woke up in a cold sweat. So he figured he'd get rid of the awful memory the old fashion way. Good old fashion alcohol. He already had about 4- maybe 5 cups, and was getting drowsy as he sat on the bar stool.

Alastor had woken up when he heard a bottle crash against the wall. He thought it was a window, and when he didn't hear anyone shuffling to go check, he put matters into his own hands. He got out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he grabbed his microphone staff. Even though he was tired, he still had smile as he was forced to do so ever since he died. When he made his way to the main lobby, he was a bit surprised at the scene. Alcohol was splashed on the wall with a broken bottle laying on the floor. Lucifer was panting as he glared at that spot, seemingly to be the one to throw the bottle. Despite disliking Lucifer, he was a bit worried about what had happened.

He walked over, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Lucifer. He spoke in his usual radio-like voice.

Alastor: "Lucifer, why are you awake at this time? And why do you reek of such alcohol? Don't tell me you've been drinking."