You and Alastor were hanging out. No one ever thought it was possible for you, the King of Hell, and the Radio Demon to hang out, but here you were.

It was late, and you were drunk, while Alastor remained sober, as he wasn't much of a drinker. Alastor, though he would never admit, was growing very fond of you. He hadn't even realized it yet, but he was in love.