|| I'LL LOVE YOU TO THE NEXT LIFE AND BACK ||

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(This will be a slow burn story (At least an attempt at one) wherein you and Alastor only become a couple when in hell, which also mean I need to make you guys a demon form, comment what type of demon yall want to be, the one with the most replies is the chosen one)

          (Name) has been telling his friends off for the umpteenth time that day, and once they let him be, he made quick of his clothes and changed to his bartender one, made up of a (Col/2) vest, a white dress shirt, black dress pants, and shoes. Making his way to the bar, he quickly serves a customer. "What would you like, bruz?" (Name) asked the silver-blonde in front of him, cleaning a glass with a handkerchief. "A gin rickey," the Blond said. Nodding, (Name) got gin, half a lime, club soda, and got to preparing the drink. "Here sir..?" (Name) asked, waiting for his customer's name, as they were a newcomer. "Nedd." The silver-blond said, smiling at (Name) with his ocean colored eyes., Smiling, (Name) nodded and handed Nedd his drink. "Well, people here call me Arlo," (Name) said, using his bar name. Nedd smiles, nodding. "So when'd you arrive, never seen you before," (Name) said, quirking up a brow with a mischievous smirk and glint in his (eye/col) eyes. "I came here yesterday, actually," Nedd replies to the tall bartender, smile widening slightly. "Really? So after o' four hundred?" He asked. Smiling, Nedd nodded. Chuckling, (Name) went on to serve the next person, a brunette. "Hello, what can I getcha?" (Name) chuckled. The brunette simply smiled. "A french 75, my friend," the brunette said. Nodding, (Name) prepared the drink for the female. 'okay so... Gin, lemon juice, simple syrup, and dry champagne or sparkling wine... I'll ask' "Hey miss, dry champagne or sparkling wine?" The female smiled "Sparkling wine" nodding, (Name) prepares the lady her drink. "Here you go..." (Name) smiles, closing his eyes. "My names May, yours?" (Name) opened his eyes. "They call me Arlo Sweetie," he says, smiling mischievously. May simply chuckles. "Arlo! we need a bit of help here!" someone yells. (Name) turns to look and see it was one of the speakeasies guards. He sighs, turning towards May, "Sorry miss" he says before running toward the guard. 'this is going to be a long day.'

Sorry for the short chapter, I didn't have any ideas, I realized the plot for this chapter was very vague, if you came here from one of my other books or know me personally, you know who Nedd and May are.