HERE WE GO BESTO FRIENDOS

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You were tired with your friend, f/n, obsessing over a new radio show they had found. 

"Ok but you have to hear me out," f/n said. "At least listen to a broadcast! You'll have to admit that their voice is kinda hot...!"

You sighed and sat down next to your friend.

"Fine, let's listen to this 'amazing' show," you sighed, and your friend squealed in delight, turning up your shared radio.

"Hello, my beautiful listeners!" a man's voice said. "Welcome back to Gravestone Radio, news that's deathly good (that's copyrighted folks, don't steal it)."

F/n looked at you and you swatted their pointed finger away as the broadcaster continued;

"I'm Alastor, as always, and today I have no deaths to report! Another amazing day in the roaring 20s, get out and get some illegal booze! But if you'd rather stay at home listening to me...."

"Sooo what do you think?" f/n asked you, grabbing your shoulders and shaking them.

"I dunno, he's alright I guess." You shrugged, blushing slightly.

F/n elbowed your forearm until it hurt.

"What? What do you want me to say?" you demanded, looking at them.

"That you like the freaking news, duh," they scoffed, rolling their eyes.

"Ah yes, a news show about death, so entertaining," you said sarcastically, punching their arm.

"Hey, you know I like true crime," f/n retorted, turning the radio up. "Their voice is kinda hot though, right?"

"You know, I once went to a great speakeasy back on - what was it? - Bourbon Street? Audubon Place? Well, there are speakeasies there too, I would know, so check them out! But really, where was that place...."

The broadcaster, Alastor, continued to talk.

"Fine, fine, maybe it's a little interesting. Happy now?" you relented.

"Very much so," f/n said, hugging you tightly.

"F/n I can't breathe-" you struggled out, and they let go, blushing.

"Ha, sorry," they said. "BUT check this out! In his last broadcast, Alastor said he was doing a meet-and-greet, whaddaya think?"

You looked down at f/n's excited face and sighed.

"Fiiiine," you said.

"Thank you thank you thank you!!" f/n yelled excitedly, grabbing your arm. "Cripes, it's already 3 o'clock! Y/n, the meet-and-greet is about to start!"

And with that you were dragged out of the house.

As it turned out, the meet-and-greet actually wasn't that far from your and f/n's shared house. A small crowd had formed around a tall brunet with a pair of spectacles and a wide grin.

"Is that him?" you whispered, and took f/n's tightened grip on your soon-to-be-numb hand as a yes.

"Well hello there!" Alastor's voice rang out loud and clear in the square, and you were startled to realize it was directed at you and your best friend.

"Hey," you said with a shy wave.

"Oh. My. Goodness!" F/n seemed to be bursting with excitement. At least they and let go of your arm, you thought as they shook Alastor's hand with an enthusiasm that seemed to make his grin widen.

"What an electrifying energy!" he commented. "Such passion."

F/n turned to you and grinned, pointing at the broadcaster in from of you two.

"Say, name-I-still-don't-know, care to become a guest host?"

You wouldn't be surprised if the mayor could hear f/n's excited squeal of mixed 'YESSS's and 'THANK YOU SO MUCH's. The whole crowd could, you knew that much.

Alastor winced slightly and turned to you.

"So, you must be a pal of" - he snapped his fingers and f/n whispered their name - "of f/n, of course?"

You nodded as your hand was shaken tightly. F/n still had a dumbstruck smile plastered on their face.

"Yeah, that's me," you said. Jeez, f/n was right, his voice was hot. "I'm y/n."

Alastor wrapped an arm around you and an arm around f/n. "You two have spunk, I like that! Would you like to come to my little studio for the day, sort out some deals?"

The disgruntled and jealous onlookers sighed, but one stayed behind. They almost could have sworn that they had seen a sort of shiny red glyph...? hovering above the figures of Alastor's new 'friends'.

But they shrugged and went home, head hanging, as Alastor's grin widened with an intent that he could finally confirm was peaceful.

Peaceful enough, at least.