After Alastor finally subdued his laughter, he shot a skeptical glance at the photobooth screen as the machine emitted a jumble of strange noises. The screen showed no sign of error, but had their antics inadvertently caused a malfunction? A pang of disappointment washed over the actor, and had he been more sober, he might have concealed it more effectively. His once broad and carefree smile faded into a slight frown. Maybe they were simply unlucky.

"Oh..."

His tone was truly more telling than any look or gesture the brunette could have displayed in the moment. Even if he didn't intend to let something slip in such a genuine manner.

Vox initially dismissed the flickering of the booth lights as a trick of his inebriated mind, attributing it to an aftereffect of the blinding flash that had passed unnoticed. It was such a fleeting moment, he reckoned even Alastor, in his exuberant state, would have overlooked it. Rolling his eyes at his counterpart's tense demeanor, Vox couldn't help but suspect that a certain technology overlord was behind the sudden glitch. Feigning drunkenness, Vox clumsily nudged the flatscreen in a display of annoyance, his agitation masked by his apparent intoxication and half-lidded gaze. Bad pictures could be bad pictures, it wasn't like they were posting these things for the whole world to see anyway.

"Dumb fucking machine-"

(Y/N) let out a frustrated sound, drunkenly kicking at the booth's wall in front of her and muttering a string of colorful words at the unreliable machine. It appeared that Alastor wasn't alone in his desire for a memorable keepsake of the evening.

"Oh well, perhaps it just wasn't meant to be. At least we tried! Just our luck."

Alastor attempted to ease the tension, letting out a chuckle as he began to rise from his seat in the booth. He resigned himself to the fact that recounting the events of tonight would have to do, realizing he had no other option. Yet, despite his efforts, he couldn't shake off the disappointment that lingered within him, no matter how much he wished he could.

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Alastor actually had to exert some effort to stay upright as they left, consciously needing to remain aware of his steps in order to avoid tripping over himself again. The actor glanced back at the bartender, waving goodbye to the man who amiably bid him adieu in return. Granted, this was probably the first time the brunette would leave in a messier state than when he had arrived. Alastor blinked back the fuzziness in his vision, ignoring how the room suddenly felt just the slightest bit tilted. The actor softly groaned to himself as he walked out after the overlord, who currently had both his intoxicated colleagues held arm in arm; he had really drunk way too much tonight.

As the brunette pushed past the doors of the club, he was immediately hit with the crisp night breeze slamming into his face. He couldn't stop the involuntary shiver at the cold; the feeling was sobering, at least. Alastor let out a sigh, his breath puffing into a small cloud in the cool night air. Ah, the ever-looming presence of winter arriving— somehow, the weather remained tolerable still. The actor was never truly fond of the frosty temperatures, especially when the morning chill would seep into his bones and make waking such a chore.

The actor would have spent more time admiring the buzzing nightlife if it hadn't been for some sloshed partygoers suddenly walking in front of him, excitedly chattering about who knows what. He'd almost bumped into them in his inebriated daze, curiously raising an eyebrow at the group before glancing in the direction from which they came. The bright white lights of the photobooth stood stark and flashing, inviting any passersby behind its red curtains. A beckoning arm reaching out to others to take photos, to capture memories of the night. After all, when would something like this happen again?

"Ah- it's uhm..."

Alastor stuttered, looking towards the flatscreen at the soft mention of his name. His brain was functioning as if it were being dragged through sludge, something that would have made him irritated on any other day but oddly not tonight. The actor figured it was from the alcohol. Not that it was the most striking thing in the moment, not when a pair of eyes constantly gazed at him as if he were the whole world.

"Wait, could we- Vox, could we try that? I would like to have a memento of tonight."

Once again, the actor turned to gaze at the photobooth, extending his arm to directly signal his intentions towards it. Alastor was never one to repeatedly take and hoard pictures, believing that living in the moment and cherishing each second were far more valuable. However, tonight was different. Tonight was an occasion he wished to remember for a long time to come, so he decided to make an exception.

“Wha-! Hey!”

Vox yelped from the sudden rough treatment. Last he was aware, he was being lugged out of the bar in a drunken stupor alongside his just as intoxicated co-star. Abruptly being blinded by the bright lights in such a small space cleared his head somewhat. The actor squinted at the small screen in front of him, seeing his own flushed complexion mirrored back. His vision was still slightly fuzzy, and his limbs felt like lead, but an intoxicated laugh bubbled out of his throat all the same. Seriously? What were they doing in this thing? Had his counterpart gone mad? Or was this another one of Alastor’s crazy ideas? You know what? He wouldn’t really be surprised if the last question rang true.

(Y/N) giggled as she leaned against her colleague, far more hammered than he was. Even being shoved into the photobooth didn’t dampen her enjoyment in the slightest. Making an unintelligible sound, she waved at the small camera displaying her actions on the screen. A photo, huh? Well, isn’t that just fun!

Alastor rolled his eyes at the overlord's response to his request, already anticipating his colleague's displeased cry from inside the booth due to the harsh handling. Not that it mattered much when both the youngster and the said actress he fancied were as limp as dead weights at the moment. The brunette chuckled and decided to play along with the flatscreen's game anyway.

“Why thank you darling, how kind of you!”

Of course, it was all said in jest, his tone teasing and lighthearted as he squeezed into the booth with the other two. Alastor couldn’t recall the last time he had climbed into such a cramped little box with the intention of snapping a quick array of silly pictures to treasure. Perhaps he had been a kid at a carnival the last time he did this. Guiding the more sober overlord in by the arm, Alastor initiated the countdown on the camera while his tipsy colleagues scrambled to strike a goofy pose for the picture. The brunette couldn’t help but burst into laughter as the flashes of the camera captured his joy in the moment. A flurry of emotions to be immortalized on paper alongside the memories of tonight.

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Alastor actually had to exert some effort to stay upright as they left, consciously needing to remain aware of his steps in order to avoid tripping over himself again. The actor glanced back at the bartender, waving goodbye to the man who amiably bid him adieu in return. Granted, this was probably the first time the brunette would leave in a messier state than when he had arrived. Alastor blinked back the fuzziness in his vision, ignoring how the room suddenly felt just the slightest bit tilted. The actor softly groaned to himself as he walked out after the overlord, who currently had both his intoxicated colleagues held arm in arm; he had really drunk way too much tonight.

As the brunette pushed past the doors of the club, he was immediately hit with the crisp night breeze slamming into his face. He couldn't stop the involuntary shiver at the cold; the feeling was sobering, at least. Alastor let out a sigh, his breath puffing into a small cloud in the cool night air. Ah, the ever-looming presence of winter arriving— somehow, the weather remained tolerable still. The actor was never truly fond of the frosty temperatures, especially when the morning chill would seep into his bones and make waking such a chore.

The actor would have spent more time admiring the buzzing nightlife if it hadn't been for some sloshed partygoers suddenly walking in front of him, excitedly chattering about who knows what. He'd almost bumped into them in his inebriated daze, curiously raising an eyebrow at the group before glancing in the direction from which they came. The bright white lights of the photobooth stood stark and flashing, inviting any passersby behind its red curtains. A beckoning arm reaching out to others to take photos, to capture memories of the night. After all, when would something like this happen again?

"Ah- it's uhm..."

Alastor stuttered, looking towards the flatscreen at the soft mention of his name. His brain was functioning as if it were being dragged through sludge, something that would have made him irritated on any other day but oddly not tonight. The actor figured it was from the alcohol. Not that it was the most striking thing in the moment, not when a pair of eyes constantly gazed at him as if he were the whole world.

"Wait, could we- Vox, could we try that? I would like to have a memento of tonight."

Once again, the actor turned to gaze at the photobooth, extending his arm to directly signal his intentions towards it. Alastor was never one to repeatedly take and hoard pictures, believing that living in the moment and cherishing each second were far more valuable. However, tonight was different. Tonight was an occasion he wished to remember for a long time to come, so he decided to make an exception.

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Alastor actually had to exert some effort to stay upright as they left, consciously needing to remain aware of his steps in order to avoid tripping over himself again. The actor glanced back at the bartender, waving goodbye to the man who amiably bid him adieu in return. Granted, this was probably the first time the brunette would leave in a messier state than when he had arrived. Alastor blinked back the fuzziness in his vision, ignoring how the room suddenly felt just the slightest bit tilted. The actor softly groaned to himself as he walked out after the overlord, who currently had both his intoxicated colleagues held arm in arm; he had really drunk way too much tonight.

As the brunette pushed past the doors of the club, he was immediately hit with the crisp night breeze slamming into his face. He couldn't stop the involuntary shiver at the cold; the feeling was sobering, at least. Alastor let out a sigh, his breath puffing into a small cloud in the cool night air. Ah, the ever-looming presence of winter arriving— somehow, the weather remained tolerable still. The actor was never truly fond of the frosty temperatures, especially when the morning chill would seep into his bones and make waking such a chore.

The actor would have spent more time admiring the buzzing nightlife if it hadn't been for some sloshed partygoers suddenly walking in front of him, excitedly chattering about who knows what. He'd almost bumped into them in his inebriated daze, curiously raising an eyebrow at the group before glancing in the direction from which they came. The bright white lights of the photobooth stood stark and flashing, inviting any passersby behind its red curtains. A beckoning arm reaching out to others to take photos, to capture memories of the night. After all, when would something like this happen again?

"Ah- it's uhm..."

Alastor stuttered, looking towards the flatscreen at the soft mention of his name. His brain was functioning as if it were being dragged through sludge, something that would have made him irritated on any other day but oddly not tonight. The actor figured it was from the alcohol. Not that it was the most striking thing in the moment, not when a pair of eyes constantly gazed at him as if he were the whole world.

"Wait, could we- Vox, could we try that? I would like to have a memento of tonight."

Once again, the actor turned to gaze at the photobooth, extending his arm to directly signal his intentions towards it. Alastor was never one to repeatedly take and hoard pictures, believing that living in the moment and cherishing each second were far more valuable. However, tonight was different. Tonight was an occasion he wished to remember for a long time to come, so he decided to make an exception.

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Alastor couldn't help but be slightly bashful in the moment, after all- he was usually more responsible and aware of his alcohol intake on most nights like this. Yet somehow the actor felt more at ease tonight than on any other occasion, like he didn't need to be quite so rigid or as intense for once. That was dangerous. Alastor pushed the warning into the back of his mind to dissect at a later time when he was hopefully more sober enough to really give it proper thought.

“I appreciate the concern Vox, but I am quite alright. Just needed a moment; is all.”

The brunette stood straight, brushing himself off in a subtle attempt to rid of the remaining embarrassment he was feeling. The shock and abruptness of the situation shook him out of that immensely relaxed state of mind, forcing him to sober up ever so slightly. The overlord's words struck him as a little odd and peculiar. A pleasure to help him? Alastor wondered if the flatscreen was even in his right mind at the moment, after all- the TV demon wasn't really the helpful type. Unless he was somehow a special case, which wasn't exactly unexpected. The actor decided to nitpick at his confusion at another time.

Some intoxicated giggles drew Alastor's attention away from the flatscreen once again and towards his two very wasted colleagues. They both seemed happy at least, even if it was preferred that they weren't wasted out of their minds right now. Fun was fun and he'd openly made jokes about this earlier, but looking after the hammered duo wasn't something the actor particularly looked forward to.

“Oh dear, well it seems like we’re in a bit of a bind... Would you mind grabbing your counterpart Vox? With my current sense of balance- if I grabbed Liam we would both simply end up falling over if he so much as decides to be fussy.” Liam? That was new. Then again- having a middle name shouldn't be much of a surprise, it's just that the one belonging to the TV's actor had never been brought up until this point. He'd just been going by his own name or his surname. Hilarious that he clearly had this option and still decided to make an issue with it earlier when they were trying to differentiate names prior to leaving the set.

Alastor helped (Y/N) up to her feet but the actress predictably swayed so much that in the end she was leaning more than half of her weight on her colleague. Drunken giggles escaped her lips as she fought to keep her eyes open, gaze unfocused and flitting around the club. Alastor could only let out a tired sigh at seeing this, not to mention his best friend was also in an unfortunately similar state. These two really can't hold their liquor, which was often the case anyway when they did go out for drinks like this. The only new factor being Alastor's mildly clouded judgment and sluggish movements; indicative to the fact he was also more than simply tipsy. At least he wasn't currently blackout drunk like the other two.

“Perhaps in this state it would be best if they both crash at my place, just in case anything would happen.”

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—  vox  could  barely  hear  himself  think  over  the  loud  music  sending  what  seemed  like  shockwaves  throughout  the  club  floor.  the  oscillating  disco  in  his  head  hadn’t  helped  the  warm,  rough  concrete  building  in  his  throat  either.  what  was  he  even  supposed  to  think  of  the  situation?  ‘voxy  sandwich’?  he  just  met  this  lovely  girl  like  five  minutes  ago  really. 

—  he  turned  back  to  alastor,  his  eyes  tracing  his  edges  like  he  was  a  painting  to  be  studied,  intentional  strokes  paving  way  to  carve  his  face  with  his  perfect  cheekbones  and  his  darned  glasses  and  the  faint  red  dustings  on  his  cheeks  and  across  his  nose  bridge  ...  it’s  not  fair,  it  really  wasn’t.  it  wasn’t  fair  how  vox  had  a  shelf  in  his  memory  space  somewhere  labeled  ‘the  grins  of  alastor’  and  each  time  the  brunette,  red-haired  monocled—spectacled  man  smiled,  he  knew  just  exactly  what  each  crease,  each  line  and  each  inch  of  gum  exposed  meant.  he  nitpicked  at  it  like  it  was  his  to  nitpick  at. 

—  but  in  a  way,  it  was,  was  it  not?  who  else  could  say  they  could  read  alastor  as  well  as  vox  could,  even  if  he  was  unaware  of  the  half  of  it?

“hey,  vox,  you’re  on  your  own  with  this  one.  but  i  will  say,  if  she  was  sober,  it  wouldn’t  make  a  difference.”

Something about the way his name was said felt a little bit familiar, then again it was probably just a repeated audio from the show's first season that Alastor couldn't quite put his finger on at the moment. Oddly so, there was an ever so slightly different emotion in the flatscreen's voice that the actor wasn't quite sure of. He blames the alcohol, otherwise he would've easily been able to tell. Though, it was but a slight inconvenience. Choosing not to fight for the bill for once- he simply smiled at the overlord's outward concern towards his evidently wasted colleagues, the duo in question barely seeming to keep balance on the chair they sat on. Alastor quickly the rest of his whiskey before once again wearing his glasses, once again a shroud seemed to envelop the actor from displaying true sincerity.

"It would be the responsible thing to do I suppose, even if it's still quite early compared to when I'd normally call it quits."

Then again, Alastor was also much more intoxicated than he normally would be in the night. As proven by his clumsy attempt at rising to his feet, the brunette accidentally stumbled over himself and had a certain overlord not been so vigilant- the actor definitely would've tripped and ended up on the floor.

"Ah- my apologies dear, it seems like even I underestimated how much I had to drink for tonight."

Alastor let out a sheepish laugh when he'd found himself in the arms of the flatscreen. Well, talk about literally falling into one another. This was absolutely not how the actor imagined this night was going to go. Especially considering how he'd somehow ended up way too tipsy for basic coordination.

Not that they even really had a chance to share a moment when a loud thump indicated that someone did fall- well- two people in fact. Not that Vox nor (Y/N) seemed to mind as they devolved into incoherent hysterical laughter from where they were on the floor. So much for that.

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—  vox  could  barely  hear  himself  think  over  the  loud  music  sending  what  seemed  like  shockwaves  throughout  the  club  floor.  the  oscillating  disco  in  his  head  hadn’t  helped  the  warm,  rough  concrete  building  in  his  throat  either.  what  was  he  even  supposed  to  think  of  the  situation?  ‘voxy  sandwich’?  he  just  met  this  lovely  girl  like  five  minutes  ago  really. 

—  he  turned  back  to  alastor,  his  eyes  tracing  his  edges  like  he  was  a  painting  to  be  studied,  intentional  strokes  paving  way  to  carve  his  face  with  his  perfect  cheekbones  and  his  darned  glasses  and  the  faint  red  dustings  on  his  cheeks  and  across  his  nose  bridge  ...  it’s  not  fair,  it  really  wasn’t.  it  wasn’t  fair  how  vox  had  a  shelf  in  his  memory  space  somewhere  labeled  ‘the  grins  of  alastor’  and  each  time  the  brunette,  red-haired  monocled—spectacled  man  smiled,  he  knew  just  exactly  what  each  crease,  each  line  and  each  inch  of  gum  exposed  meant.  he  nitpicked  at  it  like  it  was  his  to  nitpick  at. 

—  but  in  a  way,  it  was,  was  it  not?  who  else  could  say  they  could  read  alastor  as  well  as  vox  could,  even  if  he  was  unaware  of  the  half  of  it?

“hey,  vox,  you’re  on  your  own  with  this  one.  but  i  will  say,  if  she  was  sober,  it  wouldn’t  make  a  difference.”

Vox: "Okay hold on Alastor does WHAT?!"

Lucifer: "Heeeyy! Would you look at that! They even have rings!"

Vox: "In what kind of timeline or universe did this shit happen?? Is the world upside down and on fire???"

Lucifer: "Oh don't be such a baby, they both look pretty happy if you ask me."

Vox: "Happy enough to possibly commit war crimes and chaotic atrocities I hope would only be seen in movies!"

Lucifer: "Aw, they'd be such a power couple though! Questionable taste on Alastor's end but hey- to each their own."

Vox: "Oh god that was a mental image I didn't need to have– EW."

Alastor was off to the side unseen by the camera laughing loudly, he'd been able to get a good look at the picture and it's caption but didn't think too much of it. Rather- he couldn't help but wonder just what exactly transpired for that to even happen. 'Fox fallen angel'? Interesting! It even sounds like that version of him in the image would've had to jump through leaps and bounds with the luck of a lottery winner to get to that point, how intriguing.

Alastor: "I wonder just what exactly had to happen for this to even occur... Odd, but not unwelcome!"

The actor crossed his arms with a chuckle as he glanced over at his two colleagues still bickering, well- more like Vox was freaking out and Lucifer was trying to calm him down.

Alastor: "How truly odd indeed, even I find myself curiously eager to see what happens next."

Alastor eventually walked off away from the other two, twirling his microphone staff in one hand while a multitude of possible scenarios danced in his mind. Possibilities danced in the back of his mind like a cliche romcom, causing the actor to only laugh at how absurd it all was and still very much seems.

Alastor: "Hm! I wonder if that silly flatscreen went and found this picture before Vox had... perhaps a topic of discussion for when I chat with him next."

“oh don’t be so sour, vox! they’re only looking.”

“that’s the problem.”

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Alastor was taken aback slightly by the overlord's genuine tone, or well- as transparent as it could be. Something about his words felt oddly raw, not to mention just the way he kept staring- the actor couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or the lighting but there looked to be an unmistakable infatuation in the overlord's eyes. Alastor quickly glanced off to the side, taking a sip of his drink with a flustered chuckle in order to hide his embarrassment. Thank goodness the alcohol had already given his face a red tinge, otherwise that might have properly put a blush on him instead. It was just so unexpected.

"Never say never you silly flatscreen, I still have plenty of tricks up my sleeve. I am a man of many things but being predictable? Ha! That is not one of them my dear."

The actor wasn't sure where the nickname suddenly came from, it sort of just flew out in his attempt to regain composure. Not that Alastor minded it, looking back over at the TV with a relaxed and content grin. A cheerful wisp of a flame dancing in brunette's eyes. It had always been there, it was just masked away by the pair of red lenses he often seemed to sport. Speaking of- the said glasses were merely sitting on the bartop practically forgotten. Odd, didn't he need them? Or were they just for the cosmetic appeal?

"Jokes aside, I'm really enjoying tonight Vox. I have to thank you. It's been quite a while since I could just let loose and relax. It's exhausting being relegated to caretaker most of the time when I go out with the others."

Alastor tacked on with a laugh, lightly swirling the drink in his hands as the ice clinked against the sides of the glass. He didn't genuinely mind being the one appointed to look after his friends, it's just tiring after a while of constantly doing so. Not that he would outwardly complain to just anyone. He glanced over behind the overlord to check on his colleagues, scoffing when he saw them just downing shots and laughing with each other. Who knows what they could be talking about, the loud music of the club didn't allow him to make out anything coherent. That's considering if they weren't speaking nonsense yet, which the actor had to guess wasn't that far off anyway.

"Also, I'm flattered that you really seem to like staring at me darling- but I'm not that great a subject to look quite so enamored with!"

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—  vox  could  barely  hear  himself  think  over  the  loud  music  sending  what  seemed  like  shockwaves  throughout  the  club  floor.  the  oscillating  disco  in  his  head  hadn’t  helped  the  warm,  rough  concrete  building  in  his  throat  either.  what  was  he  even  supposed  to  think  of  the  situation?  ‘voxy  sandwich’?  he  just  met  this  lovely  girl  like  five  minutes  ago  really. 

—  he  turned  back  to  alastor,  his  eyes  tracing  his  edges  like  he  was  a  painting  to  be  studied,  intentional  strokes  paving  way  to  carve  his  face  with  his  perfect  cheekbones  and  his  darned  glasses  and  the  faint  red  dustings  on  his  cheeks  and  across  his  nose  bridge  ...  it’s  not  fair,  it  really  wasn’t.  it  wasn’t  fair  how  vox  had  a  shelf  in  his  memory  space  somewhere  labeled  ‘the  grins  of  alastor’  and  each  time  the  brunette,  red-haired  monocled—spectacled  man  smiled,  he  knew  just  exactly  what  each  crease,  each  line  and  each  inch  of  gum  exposed  meant.  he  nitpicked  at  it  like  it  was  his  to  nitpick  at. 

—  but  in  a  way,  it  was,  was  it  not?  who  else  could  say  they  could  read  alastor  as  well  as  vox  could,  even  if  he  was  unaware  of  the  half  of  it?

“hey,  vox,  you’re  on  your  own  with  this  one.  but  i  will  say,  if  she  was  sober,  it  wouldn’t  make  a  difference.”

Vox could only roll his eyes at his counterpart's comment, sure the intention behind (Y/N)'s actions may not change even in the slightest even if she was sober- but the actress being drunk still made a huge difference with her current judgement. Besides, what she was asking for was a huge leap forward more than the actor found himself confident with. His anxiety wasn't that apparent anymore, but it still simmered under the surface just barely out of reach. The actor shifted his co-star to properly sit in his lap, one arm wrapped around her waist as he waved down the bartender to order another round of drinks. If this was how the night was going- he was nowhere near drunk enough to deal with it.

"Are you guys still going to drink? I'm just getting some kamikaze shots since I'm somehow still way too fucking sober for this."

Alastor casually downed the whiskey shot he was holding, chuckling as the familiar burn of the alcohol graced the back of his throat. The actor let out a happy sigh before raising his other hand to rub at his eyes slightly, taking off his glasses and putting them on the table. The buzz was finally kicking in for his systems if his slowed movements were any proof. He would've noticed the flatscreen's observant staring if he was still in his completely right mind, but at the moment he wasn't entirely. Maybe it was for the best as well, he seemed to be less talkative and more subdued. His expression shifting from holding mischevious intent to a relaxed glee.

(Y/N) didn't really say anything much, being more than content to play with her colleague's much bigger hand that just rested on the bartop while waiting for the bartender to whip up his order of drinks. At least she wasn't making a fuss or doing anything too crazy anymore, the situation was managable enough for Vox to not freak out.

"Of course! The night is still young, I'm not tapping out this early!"

Alastor laughed, glancing over at his colleague who seemed to be oddly relaxed. Weird, the last time he checked alcohol did the same thing as caffiene for Vox. As far as Alastor remembered- the youngster would be bouncing off the walls and throwing back drinks like no tomorrow. Though, it could very well be the case that he simply wasn't drunk enough just yet.

"Just a whiskey on the rocks for me, I would rather not mix drinks right now. I'm not one for trying to get so shitfaced I forget tonight, it's been way too much fun for something so foolish!"

Yeah, Alastor was not entirely in his right mind for an expletive like that to easily slip past his lips. He wasn't one to curse if he could help it, but his words didn't seem to bare any other undertone or hide anything else this time. He raised an amused eyebrow at the overlord that currently sat next to him, now he noticed the pair of eyes looking him. Just how long had the TV been simply watching?

"Maybe take a picture Vox? It'll last longer my dear."

The actor laughed cheerfully, it was definitely the alcohol making him more relaxed. Though, he seemed to still like poking and prodding at the flatscreen at his side despite that. Just this time he seemed a lot more transparent than cunning.

Vox could only quietly sigh as he watched the other two interact, the TV was playing a dangerous game. Then again, he had warned the demon already- it was no longer his problem if any other issue arose. Grabbing one of the shots placed in front of him, he was a little surprised to see (Y/N) take one as well. He chuckled as they clinked glasses, simultaneously throwing the shot back before giggling with each other. Right, he had better things to focus on than his counterpart and his issues being smitted with his best friend. So much for merely remaining friendly with an Alastor.

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—  vox  could  barely  hear  himself  think  over  the  loud  music  sending  what  seemed  like  shockwaves  throughout  the  club  floor.  the  oscillating  disco  in  his  head  hadn’t  helped  the  warm,  rough  concrete  building  in  his  throat  either.  what  was  he  even  supposed  to  think  of  the  situation?  ‘voxy  sandwich’?  he  just  met  this  lovely  girl  like  five  minutes  ago  really. 

—  he  turned  back  to  alastor,  his  eyes  tracing  his  edges  like  he  was  a  painting  to  be  studied,  intentional  strokes  paving  way  to  carve  his  face  with  his  perfect  cheekbones  and  his  darned  glasses  and  the  faint  red  dustings  on  his  cheeks  and  across  his  nose  bridge  ...  it’s  not  fair,  it  really  wasn’t.  it  wasn’t  fair  how  vox  had  a  shelf  in  his  memory  space  somewhere  labeled  ‘the  grins  of  alastor’  and  each  time  the  brunette,  red-haired  monocled—spectacled  man  smiled,  he  knew  just  exactly  what  each  crease,  each  line  and  each  inch  of  gum  exposed  meant.  he  nitpicked  at  it  like  it  was  his  to  nitpick  at. 

—  but  in  a  way,  it  was,  was  it  not?  who  else  could  say  they  could  read  alastor  as  well  as  vox  could,  even  if  he  was  unaware  of  the  half  of  it?

“hey,  vox,  you’re  on  your  own  with  this  one.  but  i  will  say,  if  she  was  sober,  it  wouldn’t  make  a  difference.”

Actor Alastor! What's your favorite musical? I know your show counterpart is fond of musicals so surely you are too no? I love musicals too and I'm dying to know your preferences!!!!

Alastor: "Oh! I'm so glad you asked my dear! I'm glad to see someone still appreciates the art of theater! Lord knows Vox- Liam, the actor, not the overlord- doesn't even have the the bare minimum attention span to last half an hour whenever I take him to see a musical. Though, I have been told that my favorite picks are quite... predictable."

Alastor would just smile cheerfully at the camera, rubbing his chin thoughtfully with a hum.

Alastor: "I would have to say that my very favorite was and still is 'Phantom of The Opera'! Most of what you see performed can be left up to the interpretation of the viewer, it's not something you can simply watch and take at face value. Perhaps it's even a little nudge of critical thinking some kids need nowadays. I encourage you to go watch it if you haven't yet darling, the creepy undertones and mysterious atmosphere are quite alluring. Not to mention the themes of the musical are quite thought provoking!"

Alastor: "And while we're on the topic of creepy tones in musicals, I also quite like 'Little Shop of Horrors' which also holds the same ambiance with a dash of comedic showmanship! The songs and the performances are such a treat to behold, hence I may have even taken some points of inspiration from it for Hazbin Hotel as well."

The actor would twirl his microphone staff with a grin, humming one of the songs from 'Little Shop of Horrors' as he thought of what to say next. Most specifically "Dentist".

Alastor: "Now do not also think for a second I would leave out 'Annie the Musical', you'd be a fool! After all, it's where my dear character's iconic quote came from. 'You're never fully dressed without a smile.' sung by the radio host Bert Healy! Quite a peculiar character really, he frankly reminds me of the radio demon in the stages of the pilot planning for the show. Not to mention that the little girls from the orphanage would often tune into the radio to listen to the broadcasts, what a cute little thing! Now, I've heard it said somewhere that both my character and his are eerily similar, and while I would not confirm nor deny if he is another source of inspiration for the radio demon or the similarity is sheer coincidence- I will say it seems to be something like, in the words of Bob Ross, a happy little accident."

Alastor: "I also have an honorable mention, 'Moulin Rouge'! Granted it's set in a time I wasn't exactly alive in, the roaring twenties, I have a soft spot for the old and the antique. It's a shame it's all pretty much gone now with modernity and all that... stuff that comes with it. The dancing scene at the cabaret may have also lent some inspiration to a few traits in Mimzy's character. She's a flapper girl after all!"

Alastor would then notice the camera was still rolling, chuckling nervously and holding his hands behind his back. He looked quite similar to a child that had just been caught red-handed in a mess.

Alastor: "Oh my, it seems like I've been talking for quite some time now. I would say more but I don't want to bore you all, I hope this satisfies your query my dear!"

so llike.. did Pentious actually get lasered or was that special effects.

Pentious: "Cute question my dear, I'm flattered you were actually worried about me! But I am very much alright, it was all special effects!"

Adam: "I don't know whether or not to be worried by the fact that this even had to be asked-"

Pentious: "Nonsense Adam, everything did look quite convincing in post after all. I don't blame them."

Adam: "Well you would've been evicerated snake ash if it was real so at least it really isn't."

Pentious: "True true, besides- this isn't the last you will see of me dear fans! I get a little heavenly glow-up and will be returning for season 2!"

Hey Al! Do you look like how human Alastor would? as in, how Alastor in the show looked when he was alive?

Alastor: "Hm, are you referring to my hellish counterpart perchance? Quite an odd way to word it darling- and just my luck that he's brought up again but I guess it can't really be helped now can it?"

The actor would just chuckle, twirling the microphone staff in his right hand while slightly looking off to the side.

Alastor: "But to answer your question, yes my dear! I look similar to how he did when he still went about his everyday without a bullet through his skull! It's such a shame it was all wasted really. I have an interesting hunch that we only look similar in such a manner due to his character being based of off me but that could mean that the rest of the cast aren't quite as fortunate to share their charming looks with their characters. It's not something I'm entirely sure of at the moment, so everyone else may also be in the same situation as I am!"

He would look back at the camera with what seems to be a hint of resentful mischief, though it could be mistake for a trick of the light by the glasses he sports.

Alastor: "However, I do recommend that you to go on and ask him about it personally when you have the chance. I wonder if the obtuse troglodyte can even remember that far. Perhaps age has finally caught up with him hahahaha!"

(As you guys can see- Al isn't that fond of his canon counterpart compared to Vox. Which has a lot to do with him not liking that the character is just all the things he hates about himself with an exaggeratedly comedic flare. It's best seen in the RP I currently have ongoing with @hellishrp and @voxasks!)

Vox! What do you think of your canon counterpart now that he's terrorized you and your friends?

Vox: "I think I've mentioned it before in passing, but he's that kind of clone I never asked for that I want to punt into the sun. Insufferable prick loves to piss me off any chance he gets if he's not being a flirt and sending my IQ down so far down below the negatives it's under hell itself."

He would groan and cross his arms, rolling his eyes before looking at the camera in an annoyed deadpan.

Vox: "I genuinely can't tell if it's good writing or a curse on my end that a bipedal Samsung TV is somehow registering as hot in my brain. Either way, I'll probably be seeing more of him around knowing Alastor. Crazy old geezer finds both of us antagonizing each other peak comedy, weird shit."

The actor would subtly glance around himself for a moment, uncrossing his arms and looking to the side.

Vox: "He's... odd. Imagine sharing a name with someone who's basically hell's Steve Jobs cosplaying as mr. monopoly– it's odd seeing him in person. Though, I have my fair share of things to thank him for– not to mention talk to him about. It's... nice having someone who actually gets me, not like in a mentor way but something like a twin sibling somehow."

He would immediately sputter and huff again though when he looked at the camera and noticed it was still rolling.

Vox: "B-but you didn't hear that shit from me! God knows that stupid flatscreen doesn't need to inflate his ego any more!"

so actor adam! what do you do for fun? wanna ... you know ...

this is the anon that asked to go out with you alongside vox too teehee

Adam: "Oh-! Glad to see you're back sweets! Anyway, I usually just goof around when I've got nothing to do really. Play games, practice guitar, bother Lute, eat snacks- ya know- basic shit for a basic guy like me. Also uh- I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and think you're talking about the date. If you mean something a little more R18 then you'd have to take me out to dinner first dollface!"

He would laugh a little bit and shake his head.

Adam: "I'm not someone who'll just jump into some rando's bed when asked. You'll have to wine and dine me first, then I'll think about it!"

so…….alastor bosco, was it … what’s going on with you and, uh…vox? specifically @voxasks ?? been keeping an eye on your roleplays and i don’t…think that’s how friends talk to each other

— dapper anon (cuz i was the anon asking about your music tastes! heehee)

Alastor: "Oh my dear, I think you're reading into the situation quite a bit too much there. I'm simply having fun pushing his buttons. It's very entertaining in my opinion to watch an overlord of hell, a prominent one at that, spazz and glitch like an antique desktop! Not to mention it takes little to no effort on my end, he practically bends over backwards to my every whim!"

Vox: "... Yeah, it's really nothing. Anyway, Al- Lucifer was looking for you earlier. Scripts or something to check over?"

Alastor: "Oh? Thank you for the reminder my friend! I'll be off then! I hope my answer was satisfactory darling!"

Vox would wait until Alastor had left before breathing out a sigh and looking at the camera with a slightly concerned expression.

Vox: "Don't take this as me feeling pity for my counterpart, because god knows he doesn't need even a shred- but Alastor playing him like a fiddle is... frankly pretty fucked up. It's Alastor guys, whatever those two have between them is one-sided at best and unrequited at worst. Here's to hoping that my counterpart isn't going to fall for the same trick twice."

Hey is actor Lucifer available? Single pringle and ready to mingle? How many suits does he have? Does he slick back his hair every morning? What books did you use to read Charlie when she was little? What books do you like to read Lucifer?

— 🍎 anon bc i am so biting his apple

Vox: "Wow, wow, WOW! You guys really don't beat around the bush! Hahaha!"

Alastor: "Anyway, for those curious fans of ours-yes! He is a... 'single pringle and ready to mingle'. What a peculiar phrase-"

Lucifer: "Ooookay you two, my turn! About my suits... I think over the years I've collected quite a lot? I stopped counting after a dozen, and that doesn't even include my costumes for the show yet!" He would chuckle slightly, pushing his other two snickering colleagues two out of frame before returning to face the camera with a charming smile. "I actually only started styling my hair this way because of the show! I'm glad you guys really seem to like it!" Lucifer would run a hand through his hair, before crossing his arms thoughtfully. "As for the books I'd read to Charlie when she was younger- a lot of her bedtime stories were Disney ones with the occasional Dr. Seuss. I remember her favorite book was the story of the ugly duckling... Hoooh, memories." The actor had a fondly nostalgic gaze in his eyes, then he shook his head to snap out of it with a slightly nervous laugh. "Ah- books...? I usually just read whatever Alastor recommends, he's the bookworm after all. Not to mention so far- he hasn't disappointed! I'm currently reading Dan Brown's "Angels and Demons" and I will say, the puzzles are really fun to figure out! I might take some points of inspiration from it for the show, who knows!"

Actor adam…would you go on a date with me if i also brought actor vox along? i just wanna see the both of you at the same time <3

Adam: "Hm? Oh thanks for the offer sweetcheeks! I would say that you're being greedy wanting more than one, but hey- God gave humans two hands for a reason so I don't blame ya! Anyway, I'll have to check in with Vox for a day when he's free... but sure! It's a date!"