Alastor

The radio intern slowed his pace slightly, although that thought would never have occurred on any other person so why was it different for this one? The only odd thing about him was his opposite colored eye's, even as dazzling as they looked it was definitely unknown on why the blonde caught his attetion. 

The stranger walked down the stairs, more or less hopped down them in a sickenly cheerful way, and soon turned towards the direction Alastor was going. 

Alastor followed quietly, watching him curiously. He never found himself being drawn towards men in any way, He just couldnt find anyone enjoyable to be around! Women were alway's someone he would be drawn too, Much like his mother or good friend Rosie, But even with Belle's he couldnt find this kind of Infatuation. 

Thoughts surrounded Alastor as he followed the other man, not necessarily stalking him but making it appear he was heading in the same direction. Which may or may not have became a skill he adopted over his... Activities. 

This was a awful feeling, Not knowing what this attraction was. It was something he should keep a close eye on, He disliked the thought of not being in control of his own emotions much less this newer draw. 

Perhaps He should ask his mother after work, She never stirred him wrong on a feeling!

He continued along, seeing that the other was taking a few turns from Alastor's usual path. For shame  he thought to himself, looking away as the other ducted into a ally. He new all to well that following him would be the most suspicious thing he could do other then staring.

Alastor thought about this for awhile, even when he got to the radio station the thought's flooded his mind. Why was he feeling this? Why does he bother? Why Did  He bother even following?! 

He sighed, shaking his head as he took a seat at this desk. He been working as a intern for the last few years, slowly and attempting to build his reputation to get a higher position. Alastor alway's had a thing for radio, Wether doing chores with his mother or just turning it on after his parent argued it's always been a comfort. Something he could always turn to if his mother wasn't there, The moment he came of age he worked as hard as he could to get this job. Albeit it was hard to get the position due to his heritage but he did prove to be a hard worker. 
Now let's get down to Business. 

Anthony

Creepy ass fucker  The mobster thought to himself as he turned to a alley, some weird guy was staring at him as he left the hotel and on the street. He himself new when people were staring at him, it was needed skill in the mob that had helped him survive. But knowing someone he never seen nor heard off was just unsettling to him. 

He stayed in the alley for awhile, only peeking out maybe ten minutes later before going on. That little experience set him off edge, He didnt know much about the town but he did know were the bar was. 

The night he first got off the train it was pretty late, He was greeted by a close family friend who was the bartender and owner for said Bar. The guy in question was a heavy gambler and fell into some serious debt, which in turn got him mixed up in the mob. Anthony didnt know the extent of the details but he did know he was sent down here for targets. Knowing his dad The don would have a sorta of 'spy' in each state to keep tabs on runaway's or hit's, Honestly pretty smart on how he manage it all despite being a horrible boss. 

The 'spy' took him to his bar, He and Anthony had some conversation and he wasnt that bad. Really nice guy to talk too but that didnt mean he could trust the guy. For all he knew the ex- Gambler could take Anthony hostage as a way to get away from his father, not that he didnt blame him of course. But he didnt wanna take any chances with staying the night, So instead he got himself drunk and went to the street's which some how ended him in the hotel without the extra work involved. 

Anthony walked the short distance to the bar, stretching slightly as he did so. The tender didnt look up from wiping off the counter with his rag "Didnt think you would come back so fast kid" 

The mobster shrugged and went over to the counter, sitting down on the stool "I tend ta' come back from time to time babe" Anthony answered him, leaning against the counter while the other placed a shot next to him. 

"I didnt think it would be that fast" He replied, continuing to clean the counter. Anthony took his shot and stared blankly forward, mainly thinking about his earlier encounter. Sure the guy was creepy but he could not deny he was kinda cute, but it's not like he would ever say it aloud. 

"Well not only can I get some decent drink's  for once but I also need you for the hit" 

The Bartender grumbled to himself before reaching under the counter to grab a small stack of papers, handing them to the mobster who gradually took them. 

The second he opened the paper's he grinned, seeing the all to familiar face of his creepy little stalker from before. 

End of Chapter Two