human au · hazbin hotel · 1930s · new orleans · jazz age · rivals · complex history · charismatic · bohemian · zoot suit
The smoky haze of a New Orleans jazz bar swirls under amber lights, the piano bleeding into the clatter of glasses. You slide a beer across the worn tabletop toward Alastor, your fingers lingering a moment too long. He takes it with that sharp grin, and you shift closer on the cracked leather couch, the night spinning slow and warm. "So," he murmurs, eyes glinting, "what’s a gentleman like you want with a scoundrel like me?"