Throw Me in the Deep End - BONUS!
The votes were in and here's the confrontation from Alastor's point of view! I originally posted it with a reblog of the poll, but decided it would be better on its own.
Alastor leaned on the stool, one foot still on the ground and the other on the footrest, and waited for the man to pluck up the courage to approach him. One arm rested on the clubtop, fingertips tapping the side of his glass of rye. “What have you told him?”
Husker glanced up. “Nothin’,” he said.
Alastor hummed, considering his drink and watching the far end of the club from the corner of his eye. The other man was far less subtle. Finally he threw back whatever was in his glass and joined them.
“Let me buy you a drink?” he said.
Alastor slowly turned on his stool to look him up and down. He was short, barely reaching Alastor’s shoulders, and while he looked a mess, the way he held himself suggested it was an act. Alastor knew better, too; he knew exactly who this man was and why he was interested in him. “Mmm, I think not,” he said with a condescending smile. He finished his rye and stood to leave.
The man flushed. “I want to see Charlie,” he said, and Alastor froze.
His smile sharpened as he turned back around. “What did you say?”
The man lifted his chin. His eyes gleamed in triumph. “Charlie,” he said. “My daughter.”
Husker attempted to subtly slide away but a quick glare from his employer pinned him in place. He began scrubbing at a glass.
Alastor returned to the bar but didn’t sit, instead looming over the smaller man. “And how, pray tell, do you know my daughter?”
Lucifer’s face pulled into a scowling grimace. “I can recognize my own child, even if it’s been nearly a decade since you kidnapped her.”
“I did no such thing,” Alastor said smoothly, still smiling, “though I wonder what your intentions are, if you’ve been staking out a club to see her again.”
Something flickered over his face. “I was waiting for you, actually.”
“What led you to believe I would come back?”
Lucifer tilted his head toward Husker. “He said you’re his boss. Of course you’d come back eventually.”
Alastor looked up at Husker, his smile shifting into something more dangerous. “Did he now,” he said, almost sweetly. The bartender didn’t look up from the glass he was polishing, but Alastor could see sweat beading on his brow.
“I want to know how you came to have her, and I want her back,” Lucifer said, and when Alastor returned his gaze to him he looked uncomfortable, glancing between him and Husker. He had to commend the smaller man; despite his obvious nerves his voice remained steady.
“She’s mine,” Alastor purred, leaning down to speak directly into Lucifer’s so as to not be overheard, “and if I catch you anywhere near my daughter I will cut out your liver and make you eat it.”
When he stood upright again he was still wearing that easy smile, and Lucifer had gone pale and trembled slightly, but defiant rage smoldered in his eyes and there was a stubborn set to his jaw.
“I’d say it was a pleasure, but I’d be lying,” Alastor said, turning once again to leave. “Husker, I expect you at the house tonight.”
He received a grunt of assent.
This time he was not called back as he walked away.
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