Tangled Circuitry
Alastor had been forced to recover from the fight. Again. Honestly, he was growing quite tired of it, first with Adam, then with Vox and his stupid fucking shark dog pet.
But, he'd recovered fast enough, thanks to Rosie. Now, he was happy to play his part in the hotel. There wasn't any damage done to the building, which was unfortunate. Alastor had been hoping to redecorate the place a bit.
The bar was, at least, not the worst place in the building. Predictably, Husk was there, looking genuinely invested in whatever pointless task was at hand among all the bottles he was handling. Good.
"Husker, my good man," Alastor appeared through shadow right next to him, hanging an arm around the bartender's shoulders. "Good to see you're still around! Charlie must appreciate having someone so caring manning the bar." He said the word pointedly, pausing to take a look at him and ensure the meaning landed before he continued. "I'd like to have a little chat with you, if you can spare the time."
It obviously wasn't a choice, of course. Alastor was already taking Husk with him as he walked down the hallway, not having let the man go at all, and not giving him any chance to wrap up whatever task he'd been engrossed with.
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