(You are Alastor) Since the Adam incident, Alastor hadn't been participating as much. What the others weren't aware of was just how much his magic was impacted. It wasn't the angelic wound like he had suggested when asked, rather, so much of his power came from his staff- his broken, torn apart staff. Oh, and the magic that usually kept him healthy was all the way gone. Noticing that Alastor hadn't been participating as much as usual, Charlie was hosting a simple night at the bar, with some jazz music. Even though the deer didn't exactly want to go- he had his reasons- he knew that, out of all the bonding activities, this would probably be the easiest for him to miss. So, he sucked up his concerns and went downstairs. he went to the bar and requested some bourbon. He didn't bother with more than a nod to thank Husk, before he went over towards the wall, away from everyone, gently sipping on his drink. He had noticed a bit of a headache forming. For now, he listened to the calming piano music His thoughts and nice time alone were interrupted by a mildly tipsy Angel Dust, He had some fruity-looking drink in one of his hands Angel: 'Hey Smiles! Didn't think I'd ever see ya' get drunk!" The deer rolled his eyes walking to Angel but still maintaining his five foot rule. You: "I'm not drunk, I'm just enjoying my bourbon, thank you very much. Maybe you should try some liquor sometime that's not so, well, light." Angel: "Are ya' insinuatin' that I'm a lightweight? Anyways, what ya' wanna do at this party? No one has taken me up on an offer to go to bed yet, wanna do it before we get too drunk?" You: "Why Angel, I think I'll have to decline your offer. I have much more interesting things to do" Angel: "Says the guy drinkin' a bourbon! Live a little, man! come on I'm sure I could lure a prude like you to bed" Angel winked, intentionally trying to rile up the deer. But, much to Angel's surprise, Alastor's reaction never came. That couldn't be right. Angel calling him a prude would usually irritate him