Ice Cold (Alastor x Reader)

4 - Dear

I sat at the bar talking with Angel and Husk and having a few shots. By few we were pushing the 21 shot limit to the brink, given that we have absolutely no life left to lose for the next 321 days.

"23 baby!" I yell proudly slamming an empty shot glass on the table. "Hand over another Husk!" I slurred.

"I think that's enough for you." Husk said taking my glass away from me.

"Noooo..." I groaned quietly and lay my head on the bar.

"Dang 23 girl. Not bad. Husky what am I at?"

"Enough." He said not willing to have two drunk maniacs running around the hotel.

"Oh come on, that's no fun. Husker, why don't you give your friends another round?" The familiar static voice said from behind.

"Look at her! She's one shot away from a fucking aneurysm!"

"*hic* 2 shots."

"Well, why don't we test that theory." Alastor said making 2 more shots appear in front of me.

"... Alastor I fucking love you." I say shooting both of them. My head immediately began to feel dizzy. "Oh yeah no that- that's my limit."

"Not bad ice princess." Angel slurs. "25, I think you have Husk beat as well."

"I'm not a shots guy."

"You look like *hic* like a fucking- motherfuckering..." I just began mumbling something incoherent even I couldn't understand. 

"Speak up dear, we can't hear you." Alastor sad tilting his head.

"You built like a fucking street rat." I say to Husk and an 'ohhh!' is heard from Angel.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Husk yells.

"You do indeed look like a stray animal." Alastor agreed with me standing up straight.

"Thank you Alastor!" I say glaring at Husk. 

"Always a pleasure my dear!" And with that Alastor walks out. I just stared at the ground.

"Is it weird that I was just briefly attracted to Alastor?" I ask, still drunk off my tits.

"We've all been there honey." Angel says.

"Not all of us." Husk retaliates.

"Sure..." Angel says. "Well what about me?"

"I don't give a damn about you."

"Keep telling yourself that darls."

I start to get really tired and begin heading up to my room. I staggered up the stairs.

"Was that one too many shot?" The sudden voice almost made me fall down the stairs.

"This is fucking your fault." I spit at Alastor. 

"You're going to have to elaborate my dear."

"Stop with that 'my dear' bullshit it's fucking with my head. AND YOU GAVE ME THE EXTRA TWO SHOTS! AND NOW MY LEGS FEEL LIKE THEY JUST GOT RUN OVER BY A TRAIN DRIVEN BY A FUCKING METH HEAD!"

"I believe you were the one that asked for another one?"

"Shut up." I struggle to pull myself up to the next step. I feel my head hit the floor and I black out. I wake up in my bed with a fat fucking hangover. I sit up holding my head and I see the shady cunt standing in the corner. "For fucks sake."

"How are you feeling my dear?"

"Really fucking hungover, so fuck off." I pull my blanket over my head and fall back onto my bed.

"Very well then darling." I hear him walk out of the room and I groan. What the fuck is he doing to me? Is this one of his shitty mind tricks? The guy can't have actually gotten me falling for him...right? 

Oh God why am I thinking that? That is not- THAT'S NOT THE PLAN!

I head downstairs and pull Angel to the side.

"I'm fucking losing it!" I whisper yell.

"Haven't you already?"

"Yes! But this is...different." I take a deep breath. "I feel like I'm falling in love but... not with a person I want to. If that makes sense?"

"No it does. Who is it though?" 

I lean close and whisper in his ear.

"Alastor." Angel steps back.

"Be for real."

"I wish I was joking."

"No that's great!" I look visibly confused.

"Literally how?"

"I help you get your man, you help me get mine."

"...This is why you're my best friend." 

And with that, it's times to revive my highschool matchmaking record.