New face in hell...

12

I put my phone down and put on some shorts and an oversized hoodie and I just leave my hair wet. I hear my stomach growl and I decide that I'm going to go get something to eat.

I go down to the main lobby and I see Husk at the bar. I walk over and sit.

"You don't have food behind the counter, do you" I ask

"Nope," Husk says, downing a bottle of booze.

I grumble and stand. I check my new phone and search numbers so I can call a cab. I look up and I see Alastor uncomfortably close to me "Holy shit" I yell, almost dropping my phone

"Darling, I happen to know this marvellous restaurant just off city center," Al says optimistic as ever

"O-oh uh well sure" I cough

"Wonderful!" Al says taking my hand and leading me outside. When we get by the road, Al snaps his fingers and an old fashioned red car appears

"Woah. Al this car is so nice" I say

He opens the passenger side door for me and I hop in. I buckled up, taking in the interior, it had black leather with a red steering wheel. Alastor gets in the driver's side and starts driving

Wait what the fuck am I doing right now? And why is Alastor taking me out for dinner..?

"So what's all this for" I ask

"Whatever do you mean, dear?" Al says, wearing the same smile as always

"I mean this kind gesture of taking me out for dinner" I look at the time on my phone "Well, dinner at nine pm anyways"

"I do know how to be quite charitable at times" Al says

"Well, I appreciate your donation?" I laugh

He looks at me "New experiences are the most valuable experiences"

I shrug "Guess so"

Al puts on the radio and it plays some old-timey music. I hear Al humming along, his radio-like voice, mixing in perfectly with the tune. We arrive at the restaurant and Al gets out and opens my door. I get out and he extends his arm to me, I shrug and take it and he leads me to the restaurant. I look around and it's a fancy place. I see everyone wearing fancy clothes like dresses and suits

I stop dead in my tracks. He can't expect me to go in like this.

I look down at my shorts and hoodie "Al I can't go in there like this."

Al smiles at me and snaps his fingers, which changes my outfit to a gorgeous shoulderless, Red gown. It is frilly at the bottom and I have a matching Red flower bracelet on my wrist. My hair in a braided bun, with some light makeup.

"Wow, Al" I say looking at my dress "Thank you so much" I smile at him

I look at my shoulders, Shit even my hickeys are gone

"Of course, darling. What kind of date would I be if I didn't show you the best time?" Al laughs as we walk in

Did he just say that we were on a date-? Uh... No, he couldn't have meant it like that. Maybe the term 'date' was different in the thirties, or whenever Al died. 

We walked in and the man at the front desks' face fell as soon as he saw us. Al seemed amused by this though.

"One table for two" Al says with his eyebrows raised, seeming cocky. I laugh a bit

"Y-yes sir. This way" The man hastily gets up and leads us to our table

We sit down and a different waiter comes and asks us what we want to drink. I look at Al, wanting him to answer cause I don't really know anything about fancy drinks

"We'll have a bottle of La Gloire" Al smiles. The waiter nods and walks away

"So you're a big deal, huh?" I laugh

"I don't know what you're talking about, darling" Al says smiling and innocently looking away

"Yeah right. You seemed more than happy seeing that guy at the front almost break down in tears when he saw you" I laugh

"Maybe so" Al laughs

The waiter returns with our wine and two glasses. He pops the cork and pours it in our glasses. I thank him and he leaves. I pick up my glass and hold it up, so Al can cheers. He does and I smile

"This was really sweet, Al. And I-" I stop, seeing someone I knew a few tables behind Al.

I tilt my head and see Vox eating with some guy in a gas mask. I raise my eyebrows and I catch Vox's eye. He takes a second look and looks confused. I smile at him and He smiles back and raises his hand a bit to wave. I chuckle and look back at Al.

"I know someone over there" I laugh

"Is that so?" One of Al's eyebrows raise and he takes a sip of wine "Anyways, dear, tell me a little bit about yourself"

"Uh alright. What do you want to know?" I ask

"Do you have any hobbies?"

"Yeah, I did. I used to (say whatever) before I died." I smile 

"Amazing, darling. When I was alive, I was a radio host" Al says

"Woah that's cool. I mean it explains your voice" I laugh

"Yes indeed, My favourite time was when I was working during the stock market crash of 1929" Al laughs

I pause, my mouth open "Like the great depression?" I ask

"Yes, dear I found it quite entertaining" Al laughs again

I press my lips together yikes

"I'm gonna go to the washroom" I say, standing up

With that, I stand up and walk to the washroom, wide-eyed. 

What the fuck is that guy's damage? Like I know I can make dark jokes but Al seems like he legitimately found it funny. 

I lean on the sink with my hands and look at myself in the mirror

 I seriously need to get out of here 

I hear the bathroom door open...