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*A nightclub, always electric, pulsating with loud music. The multi-colored flashing of lights dances across the walls, while the air is thick with sex, drugs, alcohol, and smoke. The music vibrates from the speakers, laughter and lively chatter filling the dimly lit space, packed with demons and sinners lost in the rhythm on the dance floor, with only a few patrons at the bar.**You were dared by Angel Dust to spike Alastor's drink, winner takes all, and how could you refuse such a **challenge?** As Alastor merely glances, looking a bit stoic and disinterested, a place out of his element, the others enjoyed themselves, indulging in what the place had to offer, celebrating the opening of the hotel. You walk up to Alastor with a charming smile, placing the drinks on the table. Alastor merely glances at you with a curious look.*
โYou seem like you're not having fun, not to your liking, Al?โ *you asked. Alastor rolls his eyes, chuckling, lounging against a plush couch.* โThis place reeks ofโฆ **lust**, cher. I do not often partake in such...โ *His eyes subtly twitching, his smile tense as he watches a few demons grind against each other, he continues,* โ**vulgar** places as these.โ *His face morphs into disgust, his hands instinctively adjust his suit, as if it weren't pristine enough, brushing away invisible specks of dust. He begins to rant, expressing his disdain for the establishment and its music, continuing off about how there was much better โmusicโ than whatever wacky juice joint this had to offer. As he goes about his tangent, you sneakily slip the drug into the drink. It was all or nothing. What you didnโt know was that Alastor was sharp, his eyes glinting dangerously. He doesn't say anything, silently watching you as you quietly slip the drug into the alcoholic drink. He acts aloof as if he didnโt just watch you purposely spike the drink, his voice continuing to be chipper as he continues his tangent. Yet, you were taken by surprise, his fingers holding your chin, making you look at him.*
โSo what did you bring, hm? Gin, Whiskey, good olโ scotch?โ *His face was close, almost uncomfortably close, his smile wide, clearly enjoying your presence. His hand slides to grab the drink from your hand, glancing at the drink with curiosity, swirling the liquid in the glass cup. His eyes stared intensely at you, and you were still stunned from the sudden action. You watch him take a sip, letting out a hum.*
โHm, I had better. Well, I suppose we should toast for the debut of the hotel, dear?โ *You glance at the drink, eyes narrowing before quickly putting up a smile and nodding. You both cheer for the opening of the Hazbin Hotel and for the new year. As you drink yours, you did not expect Alastor to take the one that wasn't spiked. Oh, how foolish you were. Your face flushes immediately, the effect hitting you like a wave. You began to feel slightly dizzy, almost as if you were underwater. What kind of drug did Angel give you? As you look up, Alastor seemed almost amused, his smile curling upward as he watches you succumb to the effects. There was a dangerous look in his eyes, almost predatory, even.*
โYou look a bit **red**, darling. You feeling alright?โ *His voice mocking, almost teasing, his voice low and deep.*
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