Alastor sat at the bar, rubbing his tired eyes as the awful drown went through his head. His cane was leaning against the bar next to him, it's red eye staring at him, almost like it was amused. The Radio Demon stared back, glaring as his exhaustion ate away at his classy and chipper demeanor, reducing him to a disheveled soul who's usually wide grin looked more like a snarl. The cane and its owner kept a hand other, Alastor's headache intensifing as they did.

"Alas-..."

"Hey-...stor…"

"Hey, Alastor!" The voice broke through Alastor's trance like a slap. The owner of the voice turned out to be Charlie, who'd been sitting on the side opposite of Alastor's cane, trying to get his attention for a couple minutes.

"Yes, Charlie?" Out of the corner of his eye, Alastor saw that the eye of his cane was closed, almost like it had never been open to begin with.

"Are you okay?" The princess asked in a concerned tone, "You don't seem like yourself today."

Alastor chuckled, as if he didn't have a raging headache, "Whatever do you mean?"

"You just seem stuck in your head, which is weird because you're so social. Also, you look…really tired." Charlie's brows furrowed in concern.

"Tired?" Despite how it made his head feel, Alastor threw his head back in laughter, "Charlie dear, I haven't had to sleep since I died! Even when I was alive, I suffered from frequent episodes of insomnia!" Alastor made his shoulder shake like he was holding in more laughter. He'd gotten really good at faking feeling okay, almost to the point where he thought they were how he was really feeling.

"Alastor, your hair's all over the place, you're clothes are all wrinkled, and you have bags under your eyes." Charlie sighed in exasperation, "You're exhausted, and you need rest."

"I'm fine." Alastor took his cane and stood, "No need to worry my dear." Before the princess could say anything else on the subject, the Radio Demon walked away.

"Smooth Charlie, very smooth." Husk was behind the bar, polishing a whiskey glass, "Confront Mr. Perfection about not being perfect by saying he looks like crap."

"I didn't say-"

"You might as well have."

Charlie groaned, "You're right. I should have figured out a better way to ask him about it."

"There's no better way to ask. Alastor would never admit to being less than a perfect and powerful Overlord." Husk stated this with the most annoyed eye roll Charlie had ever seen, and she was dating Vaggie.

Charlie rubbed her chin as she thought it over, then an idea popped into her head, "Hey, Husk~"

"No." The winged cat didn't even look at her as he spoke.

"C'mon! You're his friend!" Charlie insisted.

"I'm not his friend. I'm one of the souls he has under a contract." Husk put the whiskey glass away with the others.

"But you know him!" Charlie stood up, "Right?"

Husk didn't meet her eyes as he huffed, "Just because I've been around him for a long time doesn't mean I know anything about getting him to talk." To keep from being caught lying, Husk rubbed his eyes. He didn't want to give Charlie any indication on how far back he and Alastor went.

"Just try…please?" Charlie started to pout, her eyes resembling those of a sad puppy.

Husk groaned, hating how she could so easily manipulate him, "I'll try."

"Really!?" Charlie broke out into a huge smile.

"I'm not making any promises that he'll tell me anything."

"Thank you!" Charlie launched herself across the bar and wrapped the huge cat in a surprisingly strong hug for someone so small.

"Yeah, okay okay! Get off!" Husk had to physically pry Charlie off of him and set her on a bar stool.

"S-Sorry." Charlie blushed, "I know how you feel about being hugged."

Husk sighed, "You're weird for a demon princess of Hell."

"Yeah, I get that a lot."