Baby I wasn't there

French 75

Small A/N: the song attatched at the top is meant to set the mood! Wanted this to be somewhat of a lighter chapter, well until the end ;), happy reading!! <33

Recap:

Silence. No one spoke. Not her or her reflection. Just, pure, utter, silence.

"She needs to go."

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Authors POV

Alastor had taken you to a speakeasy, hidden pretty well for the amount of noise there was. You could hardly hear it from the outside, yet here you were practically yelling over the music. The lights were dim and the drinks were good. Alastor was right, he had intended to keep you on the floor all night and that was what he had done.

"Rum? Whiskey? Anything dear?" He asked, small beads of sweat forming at his temples as he guided you to the bar. You two had danced for three hours straight no break. Alastor and you had stopped at the bar, Alastor taking a seat and gesturing for you to take one.

"Oh no, if I sit now I won't get up." You laughed, and he just grinned, standing from his seat.

"Well a man must never sit before his woman. So I guess we both shall be standing tonight." He said smugly, flashing you a wide grin. You chuckled, before the bar tender came over.

"Hey Al', want your usual?" The bar tender asked, and Alastor nodded. The bar tender then gestured to you with a nod of his head.

"Um, what do you have?" You ask, and he takes a glance at the drinks behind him before telling you.

"Gin Rickey, Old Fashioned, Sidecare, French 75, few others, but those are the bees knees at the moment." He said. You looked to Alastor who just shrugged.

"I'll have the French 75." You say over the band, and the bar tender nods.

"So, are you enjoying yourself tonight?" Alastor asks as the bartender sets the drinks down. Alastor leans forward to grab both, handing you your drink. You nod as a thank you before you finally take a seat on the bar stool. Alastor sits across from you, finally happy you gave yourself a break.

"I am. I didn't really want to go out tonight. But now I'm glad I did." You say with a smile. Alastor smiled back at you, downing his drink in one go. You take a sip of yours, feeling the alcohol burn your throat slightly. The drink is strong, it almost makes you light headed. But you continue on regardless.

The more you drink the more you feel. You should have listened to Josefa when she mentioned drinking sitting down was worse than standing. By the time Alastor had taken you to dance again you were tipsier than the flappers, the two of you dancing recklessly on the dance floor.

"One more song, p-please." You giggled as Alastor led you by your hand back to the bar to get more drinks.

"Let's have a drink together love, just one more." He says, cheeks flushed and glasses fogged. His coat and vest are off leaving him in a white button up. The more liquor he intakes the more suffocated he felt.

"Fine, you know what I want, right?" You slurred, leaning into his side as he rested his forearm on the counter of the bar. His arm wrapped around your shoulders bringing you closer. He just smiles, teeth bright. He orders you another French 75, and a cup of whiskey for himself. The two of you drink, spitting silly jokes and laughing at any word that's being said.

"You know-" Alastor slurred, watching as some people began to clear the speakeasy. "It's not very- not very safe for you," He paused, watching as you giggled against the counter. "To walk by, yourself." He finally said, and at this you smiled.