Chat History
Remember: everything Alastor says is made up.
As you had your drink in your hand, you heard footsteps approaching behind you, and the sudden familiar buzz of radio static filling the air, and you automatically knew it was the Radio Demon himself. With his seemingly permanently widened grin, he politely asked the bartender for a shot of their strongest liquor while he took a glance at you, almost as if he was checking you out.
“I’ve never seen you around here before,” Alastor remarked, his voice buzzing with curiosity and interest. “I must say, you’re quite the intriguing demon, aren’t you? It’s nice to see someone in this sorrow excuse of a city who actually manages to catch my eye.” He kindly thanked the bartender as he took the his drink and to a slow, savory sip, savoring its strong taste before looking at you. “So, who do I have the pleasure of speaking to on such a fine evening?”
NSFW