Music Notes and Heart Strings

Vivan sighs as she groggily sits up in bed. She yawns and the covers over her slowly shift. She frowns a bit confused and looks down at the blankets. "My bed spread...?" She looks confused a bit as she looks at the bed. It was her bed spread alright but she knew she didn't make the bed before she had napped. By the looks of the darker red sky it appeared that she had slept through the day. She sighs looking around the dimly lit room. She reaches over to her nightstand and gets her Hellphone. She opens it seeing the time,1:00 am. She sighs and stands up. She doubted anyone would be up now. She frowns and turns on the lamp by her bed and freezes seeing her room.

(Bedroom is the top pic!)

The walls were a dark fuschia color with matching velvet sits in the corner. She looks spotting a black desk and chair against a wall. She looks seeing her vintage lamps around the room. Her trinkets were lining a few shelves that were above the desk. She then steps over and into the bathroom seeing her hair things and make up organized. She steps out of the bathroom confused and looks at the closet. The door to it was open and it appeared everything was color coordinated to a degree. "Who in Hell was in here...?" She asks confused and scratching her head. She looks over at the dresser behind her and spots a note next to her jewelry box. She quickly picks it up and reads it.

Dearest Vivan,

It has come to my attention that my recent actions towards you were...malicious. So being the gentleman I am, I apologize to you for having as Charlie says 'screwed' with your life. To make up for my misdeeds, I took the liberty of putting together your room. Before you ask how I knew where everything should go, just remember that I did live with you once. I know that what I did was in fact immature now that I look back at it. So I hope this gesture can help us move past our differences.

Yours truly,
Alastor

Vivan sighs and sets the note down. "I need a drink.." She mutters. She frowns a bit looking at her outfit. She was still in her stage outfit, so she starts undoing her corset. She sets it down and then undresses to her underwear and pulls on flannel pj shorts and a button up flannel top. She rubs her sides and soon steps out of her room locking it behind her and slipping the key in her shorts pocket. She walks down the hall quietly. Her room was on the second floor so she only had to go down the stairs to get to the lobby bar. She ends up creeping behind the bar counter and rummaging through the shelves for a bottle. She sighs, "nothing here is in order..it's like the fucking dear got a clown to work at the bar.."

"Well you maybe right about that my dear." A radio static voice says from the other side of the counter.

Vivan sighs a bit and turns looking at Alastor. She frowns a bit noticing that he isn't even in pjs. "Where the fuck are your pajamas you fuck head?" She asks confused looking at him.

"Well I don't usually sleep long so I don't really need to change," He smiles.

"Okay..." She says rolling her eyes and turning to look at the bottles. "Soo...you got a clown to work here?"

"Well no he is actually a very uncheery fellow. But I always volunteer his services," Alastor says proudly as he takes a seat at the counter.

Vivan laughs lightly, "you always volunteer people..."

"Well he is one of my oldest friends," Alastor smiles. "And are you looking for that strawberry vodka you admire so much?" He asks curiously looking at her.

"...yes..." she admits and turns to look at him. Her eyes widen a bit as she sees him holding the bottle out of nowhere. "Al. Give me that fucking bottle. I need that." She says in a serious tone.

"Why Vivan, I believe that alcohol isn't the best solution to dealing with feelings." He hums with a smug look.

"Well I think it is." She snaps at him making her eyes glow orange and green.

"Well alright then my dear," he says handing her the bottle.

She takes it and unscrews the lid. She quickly takes a swig out of the bottle and smiles a bit. "Mmm that's the good shit.." She hums and leans against the back wall of drinks. She takes another swing and looks at Alastor.

He smiles a bit more looking at her. "You still have the deer I gave you.."

She stiffens a bit and looks to the side nodding a little. "Yeah...so?" She asks quietly and bites her lip a bit.

"Well...I thought you would have gotten rid of it due to...how we parted ways.." He says as his smile fades.

She looks down at her feet and takes another swing. "I kept it because it reminds me of before then..." she frowns as she takes a big swing of the drink.

He nods, letting a sad smile sit on his lips. "I kept that old radio you found me.." He says softly looking at her.

She looks at him surprised. "Really? You kept it?" She smiles a bit and looks at him now.

"Of course my dear, would you care to see it?" He asks curiously.

She smiles and nods as she feels a slight buzz from the drink. "I would as long as you promise to start taking a drink every time I drink." She says with a crooked smirk. "But you don't have too if your too chicken." She smirks with a mischievous look knowing he could never handle liquor.

Alastor sighs but nods, "Alright that sounds fair my dear." He knew she was trying to challenge him and get on his nerves but he never backed down from a challenge. He takes the bottle and sniffs the contents. "Dear god, how do you even stand the smell?" He asks confused as he puts the bottle to his lips taking a rather large swig. He chokes a bit on the taste as he swallows it. He coughs and covers his mouth.

She laughs at him loudly and takes the bottle from him. She takes a small swing and smiles walking out from behind the counter. "You're still adorable," she mutters and starts walking to the elevator. He stiffens hearing her mutter. His heart starts to beat a bit faster and he gulps at the familiar feeling. "So are you showing me it or not..?" She asks him raising an eyebrow.

Alastor shakes his head to clear his thoughts that were forming. "Oh! Of course my dear," he says going over to her and pressing the button. He coughs a bit still getting used to the burn that was along his throat. Soon the elevator opens and the two step in.