Alastor downed his 10th glass of heavy bourbon, his face flushed and his smile stretched almost to a stupid degree as he whipped his mouth on his coat sleeve.

“H-Husker~! Be a dear, old chap, and t-Hic!-top me up~!” Alastor slurred out loosely, the demon cat across the bar glaring at him before taking Alastors glass from him. Alastor giggled, barely able to sit straight from intoxication.

“I’m cutting you off…” Husker growled in annoyance.