Anthony.

Okay, he's kinda cute. Anthony caught himself thinking, immediately shaking the thought off of him. The amount of times he was beaten bloody just for looking at a guy the same way.. he can't have it on his own hit! 

The blonde mobster sighed, rubbing his face before moving closer to the other. A little fun wouldn't hurt huh? Just like how his pops does it, cut off lose ends before they can tell anyone. Easy, he gets to be himself for awhile and finish the job- even if it was for a night it was better then nothing. It won't amount to anything later anyways.

Anthony picked up his drink and got out of his seat, he could have sworn the hit target was looking at him for a brief second. But being in the mob his senses were just extra sensitive, maybe he was paranoid?

'Trust your gut' 

His father's voice ranged in his head, oh how he hated it. That voice almost made him lose a eye.. that voice makes all of the mobsters confidence brain out of him. So why does he bother to even listen? It's just for survival.

He took a seat next to the hit, setting his drink down and giving a sickenly sweet smile to him. That should get his smiling creep off right?

'Alright Tony, ya can do this. How hard can it be?' He thought.

Alastor 

'mon dieu' Alastor cursed to himself, quickly looking away from the blonde man taking the seat next to him. He played his cool, putting on a usual smile and looking away.

Well that's what he thought, because the next thing he knew he was flinching away from the others touch "Hey baby~ caught ya starin' earlier, mind telling me why?" The nerve of his man! How could anyone touch a total stranger in such a way? 'Relax LeBlanc, it was just a shoulder touch. Nothing else'

"Why my dear fellow! I was simply trying to see if you were a good friend or not, and it appears I was wrong" he put it simply, the stranger had a familiar look to him but Alastor couldn't quite put a finger on it.

"Well in the time ya took figuring me out, did ya like what ya saw?" The other purred, leaning closer to him which in turn made the radio intern lean away from the other. "Ha! No"

The blonde man looked a bit taken aback from his statement but grinned and wrapped his arms around the other "C'mon baby~ maybe in ya room you might see something ya like" 

Nope! that's a line crosser! Absolutely not! Unless.. maybe he could use this to his advantage.

"Well my dear bird, after a few drinks we could get to that point~" Alastor wouldn't consider himself a flirt, but considering how this other man is so far It might be the best option. He. Was probably correct since the other grinned and relaxed in his seat, signaling to the bartender for another drink.

Alastor took his chance, reaching into his coat pocket to pull out a small liquid filled syringe and poured it out in his own drink. "My dear fellow, why don't you try a bit of my drink?"