There's something really badass about the two fruitiest, flamboyant characters at the hotel being roughnecks.
Alastor's a southern creole man who drinks hard liquor, brutally murders people by hand, and grew up in the backwoods south during segregation in the 20s and 30s.
Angel Dust is a WWII war vet who grew up in 30s and 40s Brooklyn, was in the mafia, and won't hesitate to thrown tf down as we saw with Pentious.
I mean, I'm just saying there's still hands attached to those limp wrists, and they're more than happy to give them to you












