🦆stubborn duck🦆

I walk into Als office, it empty, though the lights are on.

I close and lock the door.

His radio lowly playing music aswell.

I wonder where he went.

I walk up to the radio, turning it up a bit.Smiling slightly.

He likes jazz?

"Ahem."

I jump, turning around.

"Can I help you?"

"You scared me." I say, stepping closer.

"You're in my office, I don't see how my presence is surprising."

"..it's not-..you smell like marijuana.."

He sits at his desk, "also not surprising."

I walk toward the desk, watching as he pulls out what looks to be a blunt.

"I didn't know you smoked-?"

"Really? Being high is how I get through the days."

That..explains a lot.

He digs in his pockets, presumably looking for a lighter.

So I tap my finger to the tip of the blunt, a little flame growing on my finger.

"Thank you." He brings it to his lips, "have you taken your medicine."

I nod as he inhales deeply, blowing smoke out.

He offers it to me, leaning closer on the desk.

"I don't smoke."

"If you say so." He brings it back to his lips.

"Where'd you go? Just now?"

"Rosies. She knows a guy." He answers. "You?"

"Anthony asked me to go with him to a club for work, since he's sobering up."

"Hm. That all?"

"..yeah?"

He taps the burning end against the desk to put it out, standing up and walking around the desk towards me.

He traps me between him and the desk.

"I-uhm-.."

He leans down to my height, invading my space as usual.His head tilted to the side slightly.

I can feel my face heating up.

His hands resting on the desk on either side of me as I look up at him.My heart beating out of my chest.But I don't want him to back off..

He leans closer, our faces inches apart as my lips part instinctively.

𝙆𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠.

"Alastor!" A familiar voice yells through the door, causing us both to jump.

He steps back.

"Whys the door locked, 'ya weirdo! Lemme in!"

As he walks to the door and opens it that short girl with a bob from the first time I met Al is here.

"Mimzy. I thought I told you not to come back."

"Well yeah, but, I ain't here with a mess to follow! I just wanna go out for drinks, 'ya know? Oooo- mista' king, what are 'ya doin' with Al~?"

"Discussing the hotel, business matters that don't concern you." Al answers. "I'm busy, maybe some other time."

"Awh, c'mon, 'ya kidda' youuuu~ pleaseeeee!!"

"I simply cannot, mimzy. I have priorities and drinking isn't one of them."

"Fine. What about you, 'ya majesty~? Take a girl dancin'~?" She turns back to me.

"Sorry, I don't drink on weekdays."

She huffs. "So borin' when did you become a downa'!"

"Sorry, mimzy. It's best you leave. I'll walk you out."