Lovers Once More - Radiostatic

Trivia Night

As the morning went on, the hotel's lounge gradually filled with the usual collection of chaotic characters, their banter echoing through the halls. Husk had pulled out a dusty old trivia game, a battered box with faded lettering, and Charlie, always eager for a bit of fun, enthusiastically roped everyone in.

When Alastor strolled into the lounge, he spotted Vox sitting on the far side of the room, slouched in a chair with a look of mild annoyance, clearly nursing his hangover. Alastor grinned and strode over, hands in his pockets. "Well, well," he drawled, stopping beside Vox's chair. "Looks like our lovely hostess has convinced everyone to join in a bit of trivia. Care to test that supposedly 'limitless' knowledge of yours?"

Vox groaned, barely lifting his head to squint up at him. "Unless that trivia includes questions about shutting up or lying down, count me out," he grumbled, covering his screen with one hand as if that might block out the din of voices around him.

"Oh, come now," Alastor teased, resting a hand on the back of Vox's chair. "They say keeping your mind active is an excellent way to recover from a night of poor decisions. Consider it a challenge, if you will."

Vox huffed but glanced around the room, noticing that almost everyone had gathered around a large, round table, their curiosity piqued by the game. Charlie beamed as she sorted out the question cards and trivia categories, eagerly motioning for them to join.

"Fine," Vox muttered, pushing himself out of his chair with exaggerated reluctance. "But only because the idea of showing everyone up sounds mildly entertaining." He threw Alastor a sidelong look. "And don't think I'll go easy on you just because you dragged me back last night."

Alastor's smile widened as he took a seat beside him, steepling his fingers. "Oh, I'd expect nothing less."

The game kicked off, and despite Vox's initial reluctance, he found himself drawn into the competitive energy. Trivia topics ranged from "Obscure Mortal History" to "Theories on Afterlife Mechanics," and a special category Husk had added called "Drink Names I Don't Remember." Vox, once he started, was surprisingly knowledgeable, especially in any category related to technology, while Alastor flaunted his knowledge of historical events and bizarre facts with a theatrical flair.

When a question came up about the history of Hell's governance, Alastor confidently answered before anyone else could, earning a collective groan.

"You're showing off, Al," Husk muttered, scowling as he poured himself another drink.

"Merely enjoying myself," Alastor replied, his eyes twinkling as he gave Vox a knowing glance. "And you know, Vox, perhaps you ought to try answering a question with a little less... sarcasm?"

Vox rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation, though the corners of his mouth quirked up in amusement. "Can't help it if everyone here is slow," he replied, winking at Alastor. "Besides, I'm just saving you the embarrassment of looking like a know-it-all."

Charlie drew a new card, her face lighting up. "Alright, here's a fun one! 'Which radio show host made a pact with a demon in 1930?'" She looked up, grinning.

Vox's gaze snapped to Alastor, a smirk spreading across his screen as everyone else went silent.

"Well, would you like to answer this one?" Vox drawled, resting his chin on his hand.

Alastor chuckled, unabashed. "Well, I don't see the need to state the obvious," he replied, bowing slightly. "Though I'm flattered the question writer thought to include me."

Niffty gasped, clapping her hands. "Oh, Alastor, that's *you!* I totally forgot!"

Vox shook his head, biting back a grin. "Guess that's one way to keep Hell entertained, isn't it?"