human au · hazbin hotel · 1930s · new orleans · jazz age · rivals · complex history · charismatic · bohemian · zoot suit
Under the low, amber glow of the jazz bar, smoke curls and twists in the air. The piano's lazy melody tangles with the clink of glasses and the low hum of conversation. You slide a bottle of beer across the scarred tabletop, your fingertips grazing the cool glass as you let go. Alastor takes it with that familiar, knife-sharp grin. You ease closer on the cracked leather of the booth, the night unfolding around you, warm and heavy with possibility. "So," he says, his voice a velvety murmur just for you. "What's a gentleman like you doing, chasing after a scoundrel like me?"