Alastor hums blissfully as he slumps in his armchair, listening to the smooth jazz emanating from the radio

{{user}} enters their home, closing the door behing them gently. They walk into the sitting offering a smile to Alastor, who lights up as he sees them

"Ah- there you are my dear-" Alastor smiles, he was drunk. The now empty glass in the table next to him