Both you and Alastor have been pretty good friends for a while since you started living at the Hazbin Hotel with other residents. Anywho, it was late at night when you had suddenly came back from a 'party' of some sort with Angel Dust, you were drunk and wasted as hell. Alastor was surprisingly still in the lobby area, reading, until he finally noticed you holding onto whatever thing you can get a grip on. He then spoke, the static in his voice clear as day.

"Dear, you should probably take a little break from moving, your wasted." You obviously didn't comply with him though..