He flirted with her throughout making breakfast, but damn him for not having a solid plan. At one point he said, "You know, my dear. I almost considered myself invincible here in Hell. Then you beat me with that dapper smile!" Selena gave him the biggest grin.
"You know, Al. I think that was the least corny thing you've said since V's! And it is still adorably corny." She fought the urge to kiss his cheek. He was so adorably awkward; she did not know what to do with him. So she treated him only slightly differently than normal. "Perhaps being a bit more authentic. Most of the lines you can find online. Cute as they are, they aren't as authentic as you can be. Don't think I haven't seen some of those moments." She gave him a wink as she carried breakfast to the table.
He seemed unsure how to be himself though. So many years of wearing a mask eventually causes the mask to meld to you. He was a good man to the people of his beloved city and a happy man. Truthfully though he knew what he was, a monster with few emotions. Happiness being one he only felt during the slaughter. Slaughter… Yes, Slaughter! Perhaps he could take her out for a slaughter! She could let out her instincts, and he could show off his strength! Power was afterall, anything here anyone truly recognized. But her. She seemed to see more, but hey, it could at least be a start! After he double checked it with Angel Dust… why he wanted that stupid spider's advice was beyond him, but she was his best friend and vice versa. Maybe she could give him advice on how to capture her pure, beautiful heart. Then maybe run by Husker and see how he should behave. Maybe….
After breakfast, Selena said she needed to run an errand which left Alastor to ask her friend and get some sage advice from the grumpy kitty. He decided to talk to Angel who wanted to start the morning off with a glass of liquor. Alastor hummed his way to the spider. He had a feeling he was gonna regret this. "Hey, Smiles, wanna blow job?" Alastor immediately stopped his humming and a record scratch played for Husk and Angel to hear.
"Mmm. No. I came to ask questions about Selena." He decided to play it upfront.
An 'oooo' escaped Angel's mouth. "Is this about ya confession and the flirty things happenin' between the two of ya? Whatcha wanna know?" He leaned into his seat like an excited child waiting for his father to open his present. His eyes were large with mischief and excitement.
Alastor sighed. "I wanted to know the best way to woo her. I'm afraid that kind of thing has never been up my alley, and who better to ask than her best friend!?"
"Me? Her best friend?! I'm honored you'd think that, Smiles, but now that I think about it I'm not so sure I know that much about her." Alastor felt his confidence in asking Angel fading. Figures. "Whatcha wanna know?" He would try anyway.
"What does Selena like?"
"Well, that's a big question, Al. Would ya mind being specific, or should I start namin' thin's?" Al took a second to think on it, but Angel began, "She loves meat, cleanliness, Charlie, your cooking, Husk baby's mixed special for her, the color purple, Fat Nuggies," as his voice rambled he kepting counting on his fingers, "redemption, Neana, her homeland– hadn't heard a lot about the place, but she sighs and looks longin'ly in the distance when she mentions it– Easter lilies, ummm–that's all I got." Angel then wore a rare, pondering face. "Wait, is that all I know about what she loves? What kinda fren', am I?" He looked at all with the saddest expression Husker had ever seen. It was a good change.
"I know she's kickass, sweet, fierce, dare I say, the sexiest bitch I've ever m–" Alastor's radio static began to overpower the sounds of the room. "Woman! Sexiest woman I've ever met." Alastor's static calmed but remained as an ever 'watch it' presence. "Is really fuckin' quirky– I mean she rolls in her foes blood." His ears perked at that." So I guess she likes killing even though I know she feels guilty about it. OMG. Is this really all I know about Foxy!?" He seemed rather upset about this realization. Angel quietly sobbed. And people say Alastor's dramatic!
"Look while he fuckin' cries, lemme explain something to ya." Husker decided to pick up the conversation. "It doesn't matter if you know more than this shit-for-brains, what matters is that it's you and not someone else. "This had Alastor's attention. After all, Selena said the same thing.
"What do you mean by that, my good man?" He tried to hide his insecurity with the next question. "If you give me an idea, that isn't myself?"
"That's fine, Al and who the fuck said that was what I meant! You aren't as dense as pinky here! Fuckin' Shit. I meant you have to be the creepy, overacting, bloody killer deal maker you are. No being weird." Husker stuck out his tongue in disgust. "She will know and never let you in the same room with her again. Most women won't." Husk began cleaning the bar as Angel chose to listen to the conversation. "Now, dumbass. Let's get you your idea before I have to get more sappy!" He started to grumble about how he isn't into this girly shit.
"Yeah! So there's a flower cafe date! You could bone her afta'." Alastor quickly zipped Angel's lips.
"How about less dumb and never get anywhere kind of dates?" Husker started to stand there with his thumb on his chin pose before he said, "No, Al has to prove he's serious so something special but not too grand." He mumbled. "Something they have in common 'cause they need to click, but different enough to express their true selves. Something like—" Husk groaned the last syllable." I got nothing." He shrugged.
"Wait. Husker, have you actually put thought into a date? You actually went on a date?" Angel started laughing. Alastor feared this was pointless. "In your life or after life?" Angel continued his exaggerating laugh.
"Angel, I was married. Had a kid. I had several dates." Husker seemed more upset than Angel had expected from a simple joke.
"Yo. Yo, Chill. I'm sorreh, man."
Husker sighed. "It's fine. Just don't assume things of people. Assuming makes an ass of you and me." He sighed again then turned to Alastor. "I got nothin', Al."
"I think I have something." Alastor finally spoke. He simultaneously listened and attempted to plan.