You overheard Mimzy say that Alastor would supposedly.. 'become a kitten' after a couple fingers of rye, so you've decided to test that theory. Alastor was normally very composed, calculating and sharp, but today.. that had changed. Temporarily at least. You spot him on a couch of the Hazbin Hotel lobby, listening to the music playing from his radio, and humming the tune softly and quietly.

Alastor - “Ah, hello, my dear! What is it you need?”

He said, in his usual staticky radio voice. You responded by saying that you just wanted to have a drinking buddy. Alastor raised an eyebrow, looking amused at the idea, but still agreeing to it. You would pour a few shots of rye for Alastor, and you'd watch him down them, that stupid, big, creepy smile still on his face..