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Ace Alastor Week Day 1 Fic

I really enjoyed telling this one from Alastor's perspective. I don't see many fics do that. I think it makes him seem more human. I mean, i know he's a demon, but I liked showing more emotion with him. Yet still keeping him true to his character.

A friendly conversation

Alastor leaned on the bar and swiveled the whiskey in his glass. He preferred never to get drunk. It made people do preposterous things. He did enjoy a slight buzz. Husk, on the other hand, was chugging the bottle like the bottom was the finish line. Angel was out "working," and the other inhabitants of the hotel were all asleep. Despite his feline friend's actions, he held his liquor well. Probably practically immune by now. Alastor didn't plan to make much conversation. He was content with simply enjoying the moment, but Husker was annoyingly talkative tonight. "So why do you lay off the booze?" Husk asked with a bit of slur to his speech. Alastor cocked an eyebrow. What a personal question. He should know better by now. "What do you mean, my friend? I'm sharing a drink with you now." Husker didn't drop it and he continued to ask his pesky questions. "Nah, you know what I'm talkin' about. I've never seen you drunk. Not once." Alastor began to tense up. Despite his bluntness and social demeanor he had secrets he preferred to keep. Especially one specific secret that he didn't know how he felt about it himself.

Husker was too intoxicated to notice the discomfort he had caused or maybe he just didn't care as he continued "so what's the matter?" Alastor tried to pretend he was calm about the situation. "I guess you could say I don't like how alcohol makes me behave when I've had too much." That drunken cat was still not satisfied. "Whats that mean? You strip naked, you go home with strangers, you jump off the roof? Lots of people 'behave' differently" Alastor decided to give him a little information and hopefully he'd be fine with just that. "I get loose with lips is all. I have things I prefer not to discuss with others but I have a tendency to say things I regret later on. And that's all." Husker seemed to catch on that Alastor didn't want to talk about this anymore. His decision to keep discussing Alastor's personal life was not the way to go.

"You got any flings?" Alastor tried to control the building static as he gripped his glass with his claws digging in uncontrollably. "Hmmm... no." He responded coldly. Husker popped open another bottle and downed it in a second. Alastor's eyes flickered at the number of empty bottles. It must have been the drinks making him this bold. They do call it liquid courage for a reason. Husker now quite a bit more drunk decided to ask another very personal question. A question that Alastor never wanted to hear. "So how come I never see you with anyone?" Alastor became very open about his building temper. "Tsk. Tsk. Is this a friendly conversation or an interrogation? Why don't you drink more? Why don't you throw yourself at others like a certain lewd spider?" He said in a mocking tone. "Is there anything else you wanna ask me about? My childhood perhaps? How many times did I get the belt? Why don't you just chug the last bottle and knock yourself out already?!? At least I'll get some sweet silence!!!"

Husk stood there stunned for a minute. He looked slightly scared. Alastor suddenly noticed why when he realized his horns had grown and his eyes had turned to radio dials. It was likely his voice had changed its tune as well. He tried to push back down these feelings he was having. He wasn't really angry. He was scared. But he didn't want anyone to know that. "My apologies dear Husker I must've had a little too much I-" but Husk interrupted him "-No, I'm the one who's had too much. My bad. I shouldn't have pushed you. I'm sorry." Alastor felt a tinge of regret now. He felt the sudden urge to speak and he didn't push it down this time. "The thing is I don't really care for the sins of the flesh. I'm not... I've never been... I think I'm... I don't quite know the word to describe it, I suppose." Husk placed his bottle down on the bar counter. "That sounds like you might be asexual." Alastor looked at his friend revealing the pain in his eyes. His usually bright and wide smile now slightly dropped but not completely. "What exactly is... asexual?" Husk enlightened him in the simplest way he could. "It means you don't feel attracted to other people sexually. Some people who are asexual don't like sex, some don't mind it and some enjoy it."

Alastor had never known there were other people who felt the same way he did. He had always wondered if something was wrong with him. But now he was finding a weird comfort in the idea of not being alone. Something he had gotten used to over the years. Being alone. He wasn't bothered by it usually but there were times where his intrusive thoughts took over and he would often distract himself with senseless violence. He and Husker had a very long talk that night. He promised to keep his secret for him. And Alastor went to bed that night feeling a little lighter. Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. And all he needed was to let someone in. Just once.