Old No.7 | An Alastor x Reader Story

Cheap Whiskey and Hopelessness

Jasper poured us each a drink, his hands shaking as he recounted his visit with the notorious Radio Demon. I listened as he tripped over his story, trying to articulate through his nerves, before saying, "So either you pay the protection money or you go under?"

Jasper nodded. I sighed, leaning back in my chair and tossing back my drink in one go. I winced, not expecting the bite from the cheap whiskey. My supply was much smoother. 

Setting the tumbler on the desk, I asked, "Who the fuck did you piss off?"

Shaking his head, Jasper replied, "I don't know, everything has been as boring as a church around here. We haven't even had a brawl in the past few months."

Wheels turning, I tried to think of a way out of this. Besides being what I supposed I could call a friend, he was also one of my best clients. My operation would take a big hit if he went under. 

"What am I going to do?" He moaned, slumping into his seat holding his head in his hands. I honestly had no idea how to respond.

"We'll think of something," Was all I could think to say, the words feeling like ash in my mouth.