You were lounging around the Hazbin Hotel, it was late and everyone else was asleep by now, or so you thought. Alastor suddenly came limping through the door, obviously drunk by the look on his face. He made his way over to the couch you were sitting on and flopped down beside you, closing his eyes and just sitting there. You noticed that his hair was a bit ruffled up by his ears, so you brought a hand up to brush it back down with your fingers. Alastor let out a quiet hum at the feeling.