*Reader grins but it's incredibly strained she grips the stairs railings tightly*
Reader: Heels weren't a good idea *Her legs wobble*
Alastor: *Snorts* Do you want to go change them? *Walks up the stairs to meet her to help steady her on her feet*
Reader: *Glares up the stairs* No, I'm not allowed to
Alastor: *Confused* Not allowed to? Why?
Reader: Your Maman and Mimzy just broke into my room while I was looking at outfits and forced me to wear these!! *Throws her hands in the air and almost loses her balance before Alastor catches her around of the waist* Oh, thanks *Holds onto him much to his pleasure as she continues to speak* I was just gonna wear a nice simple dress but noooooo *Pouts* I didn't even know Mimzy was here!
Alastor: *Clears his throat as his grip around her waist tightens slightly in nervousness while his ears turn red* Yes, how... peculiar. I didn't know she was here either
Reader: *Grumbles* I would have appreciated her just at least saying hello when she arrived... but then she just barged into my room like it was nothing!
Alastor: *Laughs softly* What exactly happened?
*Reader walks into her giant walk in closet as Umbra slips out of her shadow, the two of them look around at all the options. Umbra continually pulls out all of the more elegant and graceful dresses while Reader immediately goes for the more comfortable ones*
Reader: This one should be fine, right? *Holds up a simple dres-... it is immediately smacked out of her hands by Umbra* ... oh
*Umbra huffs and shakes his head before he pulls her over to the dust covered dresses that she never wears, each of them is slick and a little more risque due to the new trend with the 1920s flappers. He pulls down one dress before Reader immediately shakes her head*
Reader: I can't wear that! That's like a... date dress! Not a hanging out with a friend dress
*Umbra deadpans hard, but before he can smack her, there's a sound in her room and Umbra slips back into her shadow before the door to her closet is thrown open again by Rosalie and Mimzy*
Mimzy: Doe! I heard you had a date!
Reader: I don't? *Looks at them confused before squinting at Mimzy* Wait, when did you get here?
Mimzy: *Waves off her question* That's not what's important. What's important is that you have a date *Winks*
Reader: But it's not a date
Rosalie: *Looks up from where she was digging through the elegant dresses herself* But you're going out to dinner with Alastor
Mimzy: That's what normal people do on dates
Reader: But we go to dinner all the time
Rosalie: But not without other people
Reader: I've taken him to plenty of restaurants with just the two of us
Mimzy: Taking him when you guys are kids doesn't count! *Pulling down dresses*
Reader: I took him out to dinner last week!
Mimzy: *Places her finger against Readers lips* Shhhh, this is a date
Reader: *Huffs and grumbles to herself* Sure, whatever makes you happy
Rosalie: *Pulls down an elegant red dress* You should wear this one!
Mimzy: *Pulls out matching heels* With these!
Reader: *Winces* I don't normally wear heels...
Rosalie: And these! *Pulls out a set of matching jewelry*
Mimzy: *Pushes Reader down to sit at her vanity as she pulls out all of Readers makeup* We're gonna make you look fabulous, Doe
Reader: *Slightly scared of their predatory gazes* Wai-wait-!
*Readers arm is hooked through Alastors as they walk down the street so she doesn't trip*
Reader: They were completely ruthless... *Shutters*
Alastor: *Snickers* I suppose I should appreciate not being a woman
Reader: *Nods wearily* Ya... *Perks up* But you would have probably been very beautiful as a woman considering how your Maman is!
Alastor: *Blushes as he holds the restaurant's door open for her* Coming from you, that's high praise
*The two laugh softly together as they walk into the restaurant*
Reader: Fancy *She looks around curiously, as she follows Alastor to the host stand*
Alastor: Your father helped me get reservations
Host: *Scowls as he looks over Alastor and Reader, noting their ethnic features* Sorry, but we don't serve your kind here
Alastor: *Smiles sharply* We have a reservation
Reader: *Smiles softly* I'd recommend calling your manager over. Now.
Host: Why the fuck should I listen to you, colored bitch?
Alastor: *Narrows his eyes darkly* I'd highly recommend taking back your words and apologizing
Host: Ha! Sure, I will, *Grins maliciously* boy
Reader: *Punches the Host square in the face knocking him back* Say that one more time... *She growls*
Alastor: *Pouts* I'm the one who's supposed to be protecting you, you know...
Reader: *Looks back at him* Oh sorry, did you want to hit him?
*Alastor snorts just as the Manager runs up to see what happened*
Manager: What in the sam hell is going on here?
Host: *Standing up while holding his bloody nose* That bitch punched me in the face!!
*The Host falls to the floor again from a hit from Alastors fist to his stomach*
Reader: *Claps* Oooh, ten points!
Manager: *Pissed* Why did you-!? *Goes pale when he realizes who's standing in front of him* Mis-Miss. Liefde, what brings you to our humble restaurant?
Alastor: Edward made us a reservation to have dinner here together
Manager: *Bowing* Of course, of course! Please right this way *Leads them to a private table overlooking the river*
Host: *Groans* What the fuck! Why are they getting-?
Waiter: *Smacks the back of the Hosts head as he gets menus* You moron, that's the daughter of the owner of the biggest shipping company in New Orleans. The person who's going to take over when he retires and I've heard she even has ties with the criminal underground. She's literally one of the most powerful people in New Orleans, a literal Mob boss
Host: *Pales* ... oh fuck...
Waiter: If I were you, I'd cut my losses, head home, and pack what little I can grab and get the fuck out of the city, hell, the country
Host: *Gulps* Bu-but my wife-
Waiter: Is about to be a widow, go man!
*The Host nods rapidly as he hurries to grab his things and run out the back door straight home to tell his wife*
*Over a hundred years in the future, Alastor has a 1000 mile stare as he sits there with his fingers intertwined in front of his mouth. Around him, the table is covered in glitter, food, spilled drinks, and a unknown subsistence that he does not want to know the origin of. Allie runs around the table's legs like a madman on a caffeine high, Boxie is currently making food art on his plate while sweet little Annie is the only one who listened and is eating her food*
Annie: Bweh? *Holds up her fork with a piece of sinners meat on it to Alastor*
Alastor: *Eyes snap to her as he smiles softly* Thank you, Ma Princesse (My Princess) *Eats the offered meat and kisses the top of her head causing her to kick her little feet. While Annie goes back to eating, Alastor pulls out the little photo that Michael had given him on his last visit and smiled softly down at the picture of his Maman and Père* How in the world did you raise the two of us to be so well behaved... *Glances at Reader and smirks* Well at least most of the time
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