On one fateful night during winter of 1927, (Name) encountered New Orleans' most famous radio show host and notorious serial killer, Alastor. What will happen when their destinies become intertwined together? "Stay Tuned" to find out (Name) and Alas...
You started walking back to the bar lost in thought, thinking about the nice experience you just had with the kind woman in the bathroom. Not paying attention, you bumped into someone, losing your balance and stumbling back. Suddenly a hand wrapped around your waist, quickly pulling you up and helping you regain your balance.
"Oh my- I'm so, so sorry sir! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and-" You apologized profusely as you took a step back, fixing your dress. "No no, my dear, you have my deepest apologies, i'm afraid I was not looking where I was going either," The man apologized in return as he lightly dusted himself off and adjusted his suit, chuckling lightly.
Once you had fixed yourself up, you looked up at the man, at first only noticing how tall he was. But, as you stared for a bit longer, taking in his other features, his skin was a medium bronze tone, his hair dark brown and slicked back elegantly, his shoulders were wide. He wore a bright red pinstripe tailcoat which was accented with a small silver chain going across the left side of his chest with a white dress shirt under it, along with black dress pants. The outfit was accessorized with a pair of black gloves and black bow tie. His mask was also bright red with a feather on the left side of it, and was one which you used a small stick to hold up. But most importantly, you noticed he had very charming grin on his face.
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You didn't notice that he had held his hand out for you to shake while you were staring obliviously at him. 'Woah, he's handsome' you thought. He cleared his throat, which snapped you out of your thoughts. "The names Alastor dear, it's a pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!" He introduced himself with a grin on his face, "I do apologize once again for causing you to stumble and almost fall over! Luckily I caught you just in time!" He chuckled lightly, still holding his hand out. You gladly took his hand as he very enthusiastically shook. "My names (Name)!" You smiled, "And please, Im the one who should be apologizing, I wasn't paying much attention to what I was doing, nor where I was going," you waved your hand, chuckling a bit.
"Nonsense! A true gentleman should always look where he is going!" He replied happily. "Oh no-," He waved his hand in front of you and interrupted you as you were about to insist on apologizing. "Well, if you won't take my apology, my dear," he paused as he held his arm out for you to take, "Then let me offer you a drink!" He said as he smiled, waiting for your response. You guessed it wouldn't hurt to have a drink with him, after all, you didn't really have anyone else to talk to.
"Alright, I accept your offer Alastor!" You smiled as you linked your arm with his and made your way back to the bar with him.
As you guys sat down back at the bar, the bartender returned your bag to you and Alastor asked, "So my dear, tell me what would you like to drink, and you may have anything your heart desires!" He smiled at you. "A glass of wine is fine with me," You smiled back. He then waved the bartender down, "May I get a glass of whiskey for myself and a glass of wine for my lady here?" He asked as the bartender nodded, going to prepare your drinks. 'My lady?' You thought to yourself as your face flushed ever so slightly, liking the sound of the term.
