@eldritchgrin xxx "aw, has someone had a little too much to drink~?" xxx run away, alastor, you REALLY REALLY SHOULD！♡
Alastor was certainly tipsy, and well on his way to getting properly drunk. He was enjoying himself tonight. The music was good and there was plenty of people who wanted to dance the night away. This was his element.
Well, one of many.
"No quite darling, I'm a prolific drinker you see," He grinned a other. They felt, dangerous. And that felt, fun.
"Want to cut a rug darling?" Alastor set down his rye, before hold out his hand, a perfect southern gentlemen.
Wait, what?
Ani, infamous mafioso, suddenly found himself helplessly unarmed. Yeah, he must've been drunk, alright. Even in mixed company, same sex dancing was still a bit too on the nose for a lawless joint. Or maybe it was just within his own mind. The fear that settled in his hellbound gut raked the coals as his exclusively innocent want to wrap his arms around a man on the dancefloor charlestoned above it.
Reflexively, Ani leaned back and lifted his hand to refuse. There were way too many people, he told himself, he'd surely be recognized. But before the deep brown eyes of a gorgeous man, looking up at him through his lashes as if he saw right through his soul, his fingers relaxed. Slowly, they descended and rested over the man's palm. He felt the warmth of him, a still beating heart whereas he'd only ever felt blood-draining corpses. A pulse, thrumming and sending his own bursting through his ears.
Then he smiled, as if he weren't allowed. As if he were already in trouble. Like a young boy willing to cause some of it for a bit of fun. "And here I thought I was just gonna offer ta walk ya home so ya don't pass out in an alley~" he said sweetly, swallowing that last bit of courage as he playfully helped himself to finishing off his partner's rye. Surely, it would have been taken long before they got back, anyways. He then squeezed his hand and swiveled in his stool to pop off and join him.
