I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 12

~Violence, gore, and murder ahead~

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Thursday, January 13th, 1921
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Anthony and Alastor's meal was certainly something very pleasant indeed. They'd arrived at the Cajun cuisine restaurant a few minutes before dinner service was to begin and soon after were sitting and chowing down on what Alastor had called one of the best dishes in all of Crescent city- Jambalaya.

A beautiful and comforting mix of chicken, sausage, and vegetables all mixed together in a stock that was spicy, but not so much so that it overpowered everything else, and then the softened rice that came with it all mixed to perfection. If Alastor could, he swore he would live off of jambalaya any day of the year.

When they'd paid for their meal, of course, Anthony this time insisted on paying the bill- which was understandable since Alastor had gathered this to be an evening to celebrate his birthday; and he was okay with that, even if it seemed highly unnecessary.

"Why, you're telling me you've never properly danced before? That's absurd, everyone should know how to dance!"
Alastor exclaimed as they walked along the lamplit streets, it being well into the evening now, the moon rising in the sky.

Anthony shook his head, looking up at the sky with a cigarette between his teeth.
"Not once. Never saw use in it either."
He shrugged.

"I shall have to teach you, my friend. Even if it's simply a few steps."

The Italian's eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, immediately looking at the other.
"What, now? We can't. Y' know that's illegal if the two of us get caught, right? Two men dancin' t'gether?"
This certainly put him in a bit of a frantic state.

Chuckling a little at Anthony's words, Alastor gave him a slight look of disbelief.
"What?"
He replied in a similar fashion, shaking his head.
"Anthony, it's dancing. And no, I didn't exactly mean now, we're going to see a picture show in a few minutes after all."

The movie theatre was relatively close to the restaurant, again, no streetcar required. It was around two streets away now, and thankfully it wasn't too late, the two of them planning to catch the last showing of whatever playing. Alastor found the silent movies these days quite fascinating.

Anthony visibly relaxed, taking another drag of his cigarette.
"It's still illegal."
He stated.
"Not t' mention you're taller, so you'd be the one leadin'. How am I supposed t' learn t' lead like that?"
He added, flicking the now finished cigarette away, letting the smoke leave his mouth and fade into the night.

Alastor supposed Anthony's second point was correct. He may have only ever danced with his mother before, but dancing as a taller person automatically meant you took the lead in most cases.
"Ah yes, I suppose you learning to follow wouldn't work. Especially if one day you are to dance with a wo-"

As soon as he glanced to his left, Anthony noticed someone very out of place. Raising a brow, he had to do a double-take and nudged Alastor lightly before nodding subtly in the direction he just looked.
"Somethin' about that ain't right, Smiles."

The sudden odd sight completely derailed Alastor's train of thought, the man's eyes locking into a very out of place sight indeed.
Continuing to walk with Anthony, albeit slower as to not raise suspicion, Alastor glanced down at the other with narrowed eyes, giving him a nod that he knew would be interpreted as 'let's follow.'
Batallier was not supposed to be here this time of day. Hell, he never came to this part of the city.