To make you Ḿ̴̤Ḭ̴̾̚͜N̵̜̍E̷̝͒ I Radiostatic

7.

Alastor could barely look at the insufferable bastard who came around frequently to strike up small talk and grab his almost-as-annoying girlfriend. There is something about Vincent that makes his blood boil and want to choke him until he struggles to breathe, face turning purple, nails digging into his hands as he doesn't let him go...

"Alastor! So glad you agreed to allow me treat you tonight."

He flinches as Vincent steps next to him placing a hand on his shoulder, from which he quickly removes himself stepping away.

"Yes yes, truly splendid. Shall we?"

Alastor gestures as they leave the radio building. The other man keeps trying to make small talk, that crooked cocky smile of his flashing at him every time Alastor gives him a side-eye.

Suddenly Alastor stops, turning to Vincent head-on "I am unsure why you must insist on trying to be all chummy with me, what you possibly would want from me, but hear me when I say this: I want nothing to do with you. I agreed simply out of common decency so as not to be improper as you allowed yourself to ask me continuously at my workplace. But I will not entertain you further, I would leave right now if it wouldn't mean I would need to explain myself or deal with you going against my lie. Therefore, we will have a drink, exactly one glass of rye, and then be on our way. But don't fucking talk to me, don't try to engage me. I refuse to have anything to do with you."

Vincent is speechless for a few moments before a dark red flush appears on his cheeks, and then simply nods silently. From then on they continue in silence, arrive and take a seat in the speakeasy in silence, only Vincent breaking it to order two whiskeys from them. He doesn't get the cheap stuff, but the best label they have, which makes Alastor roll his eyes at the unnecessary braggart, but naturally doesn't comment, just takes the glass. Trying to remain unimpressed as he takes a drink, but the moment the rich aroma of the expensive whiskey hits his tongue, makes him lets off a satisfied hum. It is good, he usually doesn't go for the high-shelf stuff, as he can barely afford too many glasses of the mediocre ones. I suppose it is a little nice of him to treat me to this despite my attitude previously. Well, probably he just wants something, Alastor mused.

Drinking in silence Alastor feels the eyes of the other man on him but he doesn't care. This is a one-time thing only, he just has to get through this and then he can go back to pretending the egoistic bastard doesn't even exist.