mm obviously I want revenge on that fucking aswhole. but idk know what your walking about about lashing out and shit I would never plus al would kill me if I tried..mm also I'm over angel he made his choice..

Alastor would giggle mischievously as bullets flew through the air at the pair. He chuckled and whooped happily like this was the best day ever. Sure was he bleeding? Yes. Was he shot? Oh yeah. But this was far too much fun!

He'd give a soft little squeak when Husk yanked him into his arms, cradling his smaller body protectively in his strong arms. He'd just smile up to his bodyguard and grin that clever little grin of his.

"Ah, hello~" He teased, casually wrapping his less injured arms around the pepper haired brute, letting himself be whisked away like a princess from the firefight around them.

“Easy there, kid,” Husk warns. “You’re hittin’ it like it owes you money. Pace yourself before you’re kissin’ the floor instead of flirtin’ with it.”

His roll was slowed for a brief moment, hearing was Husk was saying, but as for listening? Nope. Throwing his head back, he found the bottom of his glass in record time, sliding the emptied glass across the bar with a an intoxicated wink.

"Gonna end up there eventually--" Why's it matter if it was in a few minutes, versus a few hours?

" Room's all paid for fellas. Got the booze in the room. Couple dozen cases of beer. Some bottles of scotch, whiskey and even vodka. Mixers on ice. " holding up three room keys. The gryphon gave a whistle for them to come on over. " flat screen tv for some music or watch a game whatever floats the night. " the casino was a smaller one but offered nice rooms easy elevator access for to and from.

"Husker! My darling, you're not listening to the music," Did the creole man care that the other was in the middle of a card game? Absolutely not. Who played cards in in the middle of jazz bar? Well his dear friend, whom he adored, and boring men who wanted to lose pocket money to him.

Alastor slotted himself easily into the other's lap, setting down a drink someone else bought him, while still holding the one he'd yet to finish. "That's for you. It's too early in the evening for me to end up under the table," His legs draped between the more serious mans, as he leaned back against Leo's chest and shoulder. Content to be sitting and off his feet for a while.

He was already a bit drunk, set on enjoying his evening. If was wasn't close to the radio host it was harder to notice, but the sharp pronunciations rounded with his southern drawl. It was something only the few that were familiar with him would notice.

@huskersgamble xxx “Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never leave this room.”

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 — 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

Mhmm... The salt & pepper fox had one thing right. If he kept this up, they'd never be released. It was a predicament the mafioso wasnlt entirely unfamiliar with: being locked up in a cell after a particularly sloppy night of work. Usually, he was only there for an hour or two before one of their lawful associates scolded an ignorant lackey and let him go. And the more noise he made while there, the more quickly he was recognized. But instead, he'd been eyeing his cellmate all night. And he wasn't making it subtle. Was it a threat? Or an invitation? That was Ani's favorite game, and he'd finally been invited to play.