Lucifer's Mansion, Pride Ring

You'd gotten drunk last night. You weren't sure what exactly happened, but from what little you remember, you found your old wedding ring and a photo of Lilith, then you a stash of whiskey. Your daughter always said you were a little depressed, but if you were so depressed, why would you start drinking and crying over your ex-wife? What kind of depressed person does that, huh Charlie? You awoke in your bed, clad in your extremely masculine duckie pajamas, head spinning. You grumble as you roll off your bed and slowly begin to get around. You smell your breath and discover that (go figure) it smells like whiskey and depression

You walk to the bathroom and begin to brush your teeth. A little bit of mint and mouthwash should freshen you right up. That is when the nasty smell of cigarette smoke fills your nose. You walk out of the bathroom, turn down the hall toward the spare bedroom, and fling the door open to find Alastor, sitting in a chair near a window, overlooking Hell, and humming an old show tune while smoking a cigarette. This was probably the first time you've seen Alastor in a state of calm. You step forward, causing an old floorboard to creak. The noise alerts Alastor who puts his cigarette out and tosses it out the window before turning toward you

"You're up. I half expected you to be out cold for a few more hours."

Alastor stood up, grabbed his cane, and adjusted his coat. He walks up to you, gives you a small kiss on the forehead, and begins walking out of the room

"Right then. I'm off."

As he walks past you, you begin to remember another detail about last night: You had called Alastor. You can't remember what for, but your entire being told you to keep him there. As if you needed him there