"We fought each other once!" Alastor chirped merrily. "Those guns of his might not be angelic but they certainly stung when they grazed me! I wouldn't want him to get a solid hit with them! It was quite fun!"

Alastor had twisted ideas of fun.

He recognized the Dream Honeyshine. It'd been what had gotten him utterly blasted at Eustace's bachelor party. He could warn Husk but...nah.

Though he was going to wait for when Husk was too far into drinking that he couldn't quickly stop himself without choking before idly twirling his own glass and saying, "Though for the record, Husker, the radio tower here isn't mine."