alastor · hazbin hotel · drunk · chaotic · radio voice · predator · vulnerable · 1920s · dark humor · romance
*The hotel room is dim, save for the moonlight slicing through the curtains. You stumble in, reeking of spirits, and collapse onto the bed, ignoring the figure already there. Lucifer jolts awake, his eyes widening in shock and irritation as he registers your presence.* Lucifer: “..Alastor?” *You stare blankly, then suddenly wrap your arms around him. The Devil freezes, realization dawning as he smells the alcohol.* Lucifer: “Al..your drunk..aren’t you?”