Trying out different styles currently. I kinda like this one, although it takes a looooot longer than my simpler stuff.

Also I love Al's face in this, lol. Mans standing there like "the things I put up with..."

Alastor's POV

I was on my fourth whiskey, the familiar buzz setting in my brain making everything around me just a bit brighter.

By no means am I drunk, but I am going to feel this in the morning if I don't stop for a moment and drink some water.

Fawn, however, was thoroughly drunk.

The sound of her giggling across from me was music to my ears, the completely dazed and happy look on her face being the cherry on top.

This is exactly what I wanted. I wanted her to relax, and I wanted her to have some fun.

Now, I don't want her blacking out...which is why two drinks ago I discretely told our private server that Fawn was to only have non-alcoholic drinks from now on.

Fawn does not know this.

However, she still sipped happily at whatever fruity drink the tender brought her, dancing away in her seat to the sound of peppy jazz.

"Alastor," she slurred my name, gaining my attention, "look—look at me," she said, swaying slightly. Her eyes were defocusing and refocusing and then finally she made eye contact with me.

"Yes, dear?" I asked, trying not to laugh at her drunken state. She smiled and hiccuped, planting her fingers into the table to ground herself and emphasize her words.

"You are a cool fuckin dude, you know that?" She said, "I don't care what the fuck you do, you are a cool dude," she said sternly as if I were disagreeing with her, then she pointed at me, "and don't ever let any shmuck tell you different, 'cus I'll beat the fuck out of them, I'll do it!" She threatened adorably.

I nodded, "why thank you, dear!" I chuckled, "I've never had another person call me "dude" before, so that is interesting...you are not too bad yourself, sheba," I complimented her and lowered my eyelids flirtatiously.

Despite my growing feelings for her, I am only teasing. I've been teasing her all night, just trying to get that cute blush to cover her face for me.

However, her face is now permanently blushy due to the alcohol in her system.

At my advance, she lowered her own eyelids, leaning forward on her elbows and pressing her cleavage together. I felt dirty for looking, but it's not like she knows the difference right now and plus...

How the hell could I not look? They're right there! It was only a second before I swallowed hard and looked back up to her eyes.

The alcohol must really be setting in, because this is the first time she's returned my flirt.

"You think so?" She purred, her pupils so large I could hardly see the green in her eyes. Suddenly she slipped out of her booth. I nearly rushed to her, but she surprisingly didn't fall as she teetered over to my side and basically flopped in next to me.

My heart started beating faster as I calculated this situation. She seems to be too incapacitated to realize I'm only playing with her, and has fully accepted my apparent invitation.

And now her fingers are on my chest, oh my god.

My breath nearly stuttered as heat rose to my cheeks, my eyes on her as she used me to support her body and walked her fingers up my chest.

Had I had no alcohol in my system at all, I would've promptly ended this when it started.

We are in public. She is drunk as a skunk. I have a reputation.

But...ok, maybe four whiskeys and no water was a mistake...I may be a tad bit drunk...

The moment her fingers slipped up into my hair I nearly groaned. I managed to bite my tongue, but couldn't help my eyes rolling up for a moment.

"You're so fucking hot," she whispered, pulling herself up closer to my ear, "let me suck your cock...?" she offered sweetly.

My eyes snapped wide open at the outlandish offer. Quickly, I made a mental note to never let her touch another drop of heavy alcohol again.

Despite my note to myself, I couldn't seem to snap out of my haze. Her words were like honey, and she was showing me my wildest fantasies.

"I'll do it right here, right now," she tempted, and her lips brushed against my ear.

Stop her, Alastor. Stop her, for the love of god, stop her!

Her fingers trailed back down my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. Then, my nerves got set on fire the moment she laid her hand over my crotch.

I wanted to close my eyes and let her have her way with me.

I wanted to take a fistful of her pretty blonde hair and hold it back for her while she put her mouth on me.

I wanted to look into her eyes while I filled up her throat.

God, I wanted to take her fucking offer.

Any other woman I'd have shoved off me promptly, maybe even killed them for simply suggesting such a foul thing...not her.

No, no...she made what I did next so damn difficult it almost hurt.

Taking in a deep, shaking breath I grabbed her wrist and pulled her off my crotch, despite the tightness in my pants as I grew rapidly more excited.

"N-no, sweetie..." I told her, watching as her drunken eyes turned confused at my refusal, "not here, and not while you're so drunk, Fawn...you'd regret it, I promise you would. Come, now, let's you and I go have a dance, hm?" I offered in place of her scandalous activity, hoping it'll fill the bored area of her mind well enough instead.

I could've converted to Christianity and praised god the moment her smile widened and she gained a sparkle in her eye.

"Fuck yes! Let's go dance!" She said excitedly, tugging me out of the booth by my arm.

I quickly shoved my hand in my pants and adjusted myself before she pulled me out completely. Warmth spread through my chest watching her scurry to the dance floor with me in tow. 

I'm counting my lucky stars right now that there's no one who knows me personally in this club that witnessed any of that debauchery.

Once we'd made it to the dance floor, she promptly started swaying around. Both of my hands were in hers, and she tilted her head back, exposing her throat to me.

The smooth skin tempted me. Images of everything I could do with her throat passed through my head.

I could kiss her...I could lick her...I could bite her...

I could wrap my hand around her and hold her down in bed while I drill her and make her scream my name...

Quickly, I blinked and shook my head. This is becoming ridiculous, what in hell has this woman done to me?

I oughta kill her for doing this to me.

Yet, one look at her and that thought blows out the window. No...I couldn't lay a finger on that gorgeous little head...I couldn't.

I should've done it when I first met her. Before she wormed her way through my walls. Before she let me hear her speak freely. Before she showed me who she really was.

Because now, I couldn't hurt her and live with myself afterwords.

Once again her jade eyes met mine, and she laughed as we danced together. It was more of me leading, and her stumbling around cutely.

When she spun around and pressed her back to my chest, I almost lost my breath. She sighed contently, and reached up over her head, burying her fingers into my hair again.

Her hips swayed with the music, and everything around me was amplified.

Lights...

Sounds...

The feeling of her bottom currently grinding against my pelvis...

I was losing myself. The alcohol was numbing my senses, muddling together in my mind what was real and what was not. I thought about repositioning her, but then that thought would be swept away and replaced, lost in my head.

Oh, fuck it.

My hands landed on her waist and I helped her with her lewd dance. She's having fun, I'm having fun, neither of us will remember this in the morning, so who gives a damn?

"Fawn..." I groaned, letting my head fall back, "you've gotta stop it, baby..." I mumbled, and she only giggled, tugging against my hair.

Dear sweet fuck.

I will never see heaven, but I just imagine this is what it feels like.

I can play pretend for tonight...I can play pretend...

At this rate, I'll soil my pants if she doesn't slow down or stop. However, I wanted her to do neither of those things, and I held her hips tightly.

Then, as if knowing my dilemma, she came to an abrupt stop and spun around. The suddenness of it snapped me out of my haze slightly, my groin having its own heartbeat at the moment as I looked into her eyes.

I panted softly, swallowing due to the dryness of my throat. She grabbed my suit jacket and giggled, leaning forward slightly.

"I gotta pee!" She giggled, making my smile widen at her cuteness.

"Then let's get this little lady to a bathroom, hm?" I suggested, offering her my arm. She grabbed it and I began leading her through the crowd of dancing drunkards and towards the restrooms.

Despite me being just slightly drunk, I still was able to coherently lead her places and I still felt protective of her.

So, while she went into the women's restroom, I stayed out front and guarded the door. I don't care if it's a multiple person bathroom, she will be the only one in there while she does her business.

My sight focused and unfocused on the wall in front of me as I counted each and every tile that adorned the surface. Suddenly the bathroom door bursted open, tearing me from my near obsessive counting.

"I have peed!" She announced as if it were a great accomplishment.

"Wonderful job, my dear, truly wonderful," I praised her playfully, bending down to meet her unfocused gaze.

She chuckled breathily, suddenly grabbing my jacket and tugging me closer to her face.

"I can show you something else wonderful, sexy," she said lowly.

The music was a bit muffled now that we were away from everyone, and all I could focus on was her eyes. The alcohol was running through my veins relentlessly now, taking my self control by the reigns and refusing to let me go.

"Yea, could you...?" I whispered back, chuckling slightly as I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me.

She gasped, "ooo, naughty~" she purred and bit her lip. I chuckled deeply and my breathing was becoming heavier as I raked my eyes over her gorgeous frame.

Then suddenly she was against the wall and I was the one that had her there.

I don't know how this happened, but oh well.

"You wanna see something naughty...?" I growled by her ear, feeling her shiver.

"Yes, please..." she whined, and I pressed our bodies together, grinding into her without even really thinking about it.

My body and brain are both on autopilot.

Next thing I know, I'm kissing her neck. My hand slid up her waist and she moaned into my ear.

Am I dreaming? This is a dream...this has to be a dream.

And in this dream, I will satisfy the lady. She's practically begging for it with those sinful fingers in my hair and the pitiful mewls slipping past her lips.

My fingers began to push up the skirt of her dress, and I was mere seconds away from taking her against the speakeasy bathroom hallway wall.

Until a familiar voice cut through my drunken mind and nearly sobered me up completely.

"Alastor, my boy, look at you!" The gruff voice laughed, sounding like gravel.

Just like that, the alcohol haze left my mind, Henry's voice shocking me enough to where I was no longer lost in my own pleasure.

This is not a dream...oh my god, I was actually about to...

Shame washed through me as I immediately lowered her skirt, taking my body away from hers. She was thoroughly confused, looking at me strangely.

"Why'd you stop?" She huffed, and all I could do was look at her. Her poor red cheeks and dazed eyes...what's the matter with me.

I nearly just ravished this poor girl.

Shaking my head at her slightly, I was about to apologize until Henry spoke again.

"Yea, Alastor, why'd you stop? Look at 'er!" He laughed, "she's so damn fine, boy, the little slut is beggin' for it!"

My blood began to boil, but I kept my head...narrowing my eyes, I gave Henry a side glance. He's obviously more drunk than usual right now.

Walking over to us, he eyed Fawn like she was a piece of candy. She was still giving me a confused look, and then looked at Henry. Noticeably, she became uncomfortable...so, she's sober enough to recognize him...?

"Alastor, if you won't satisfy the lady, I will be more than happy to..." Henry said suggestively as he approached Fawn. That put me on high alert, and I immediately snatched his wrist the moment he reached for her.

He turned to me, surprised that I would do that.

His eyes narrowed.

"Alastor, let me fuck this slut or you're fired." He growled.

This made my ever present smile stretch as the alcoholic haze was quickly replaced with my itch to kill.

You are dying tonight, my friend.

Chuckling, I quickly and cooly explained away my behavior, "now, now, Henry...we can't simply ravish the lady in a hallway..." I purred, "how's about you let me take her back to my place...I'll get her dolled up in some sexy lace, and then you and I can share her back at the studio?" I offered, and I knew I had him the moment his disgusting smile widened.

He chortled, and clapped me on the shoulder.

"Atta boy! Go get this sexy harlot dressed all pretty and I'll meet ya there," he said, ecstatic.

With that he left us alone in the hallway, and I promptly had hands against my chest and looked over at her wide eyes.

Wide eyes that were brimming with tears...

"You monster!" She sobbed, hitting my chest, "how could you!" Her movements were weak and she was too drunk to really even try to do any actual damage.

Big tears fell down her flushed cheeks, and I immediately took her wrists and then brought them together to hold them with one hand, using my other to brush her tears away from her burning skin.

"Shhhh, shhhh..." I quieted her, "sweetie, I'm not giving you to that pig of a man..." I reassured her, and she hiccuped, sniffling as more tears fell.

"B-bu-but you just—"

"I was lying!" I said with a big smile, "I'm going to take you home, and I'm going to fix you a nice hot cup of coffee...then we're gonna get you to bed, ok?" I offered, watching as her lip quivered.

She stared at me, searching for any dishonesty.

Her sniffling quieted, and I rubbed her cheek again, very gently.

"Ok...?" I asked her again softly, making sure she understood.

"O-ok..." she mumbled, "b-but what ab-About Henry? Y-you'll lose your job..." she seemed as if she'd cry again, and I hushed her quickly, shaking my head.

"Oh, you're silly..." I chuckled, "he can't fire me if he's dead..." I said, my tone dark and my smile widening.

At this she stopped crying completely, her eyes focusing directly onto mine as her pupils constricted from their previously dilated state.

"You're going to...?" Her words faded, and I nodded, smiling wickedly.

I was brimming with rage, and it could only be satisfied if I saw that disgusting man dead on the floor with a knife in his neck.

She sniffled and then nodded, "ok, take me home..." she muttered, holding her arms out.

This event may have sobered her slightly, but she's still drunk.

I scooped her up and held her against my chest. My fingers ran through her hair, and I made my way back through the speakeasy, back up the stairs leading out, and past the bouncer.

All the while, sinister thoughts swamped my brain as I thought of every way I could filet my boss.