NobleSixIsInACave
Keeping it Cheeki, and Keeping it Breeki
Alastor snapped again, and suddenly a table disappeared from one part of the lounge, only to re-appear directly in front of Genevieve, along with a bottle, which had seemingly already lost some of its wine. Then, a wine glass appeared in her hand, filled with a red wine that presumably was very expensive. He then made a chair appear behind him, allowing him to sit down and relax. "I hope red wine is your preference, Husk doesn't seem to keep very much white wine...well truth be told, he doesn't keep much wine in general, but I suspect that is because it doesn't black him out quick enough."
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"I figured, you aren't nearly snobby enough to make everyone call you those kind of things...though that is surprising actually. I would have figured that no one would dare to bother you or your dad, since he is the head honcho here, and I assume there isn't exactly a legal limit to what he could do like there would be for kings up there." He gestured upwards, referring to the mortal realm, despite knowing that in reality there were on an entirely separate plane of existence. He then shrugged and said "I guess it wouldn't have changed my mind about that, but I don't just screw with people for the hell of it, unlike most people here it seems..." he glanced down to the hand that had taken a nasty blow from the baseball bat, which had bruised quite badly, and looked even worse due to his complexion looking more similar to Charlie's or Alastors rather than the light tan he had when he was alive. Luckily, he somehow didn't suffer a fracture or break, or if he did, it wasn't nearly affecting him as much as he would've expected it to.
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"I figured, you aren't nearly snobby enough to make everyone call you those kind of things...though that is surprising actually. I would have figured that no one would dare to bother you or your dad, since he is the head honcho here, and I assume there isn't exactly a legal limit to what he could do like there would be for kings up there." He gestured upwards, referring to the mortal realm, despite knowing that in reality there were on an entirely separate plane of existence. He then shrugged and said "I guess it wouldn't have changed my mind about that, but I don't just screw with people for the hell of it, unlike most people here it seems..." he glanced down to the hand that had taken a nasty blow from the baseball bat, which had bruised quite badly, and looked even worse due to his complexion looking more similar to Charlie's or Alastors rather than the light tan he had when he was alive. Luckily, he somehow didn't suffer a fracture or break, or if he did, it wasn't nearly affecting him as much as he would've expected it to.