#(this is what al has decided to do instead of watching carmilla perform. because he will always take an excuse to harrass random people)

[moonlightsdew]

@radicheart

While Al has had his microphone playing back some audio to him, he'd actually taken a little trip. The bar that his alternate spoke of seems to be a bit busy, but that sort of thing had never actually made a big difference to him. There had been an invitation to cause someone some trouble! And as much as he did enjoy a good show, he would rather be here than seeing a dance.

After all, he actually gets to be involved in this sort of activity.

Said activity was, for the moment, supplying this Travis fellow with a seemingly unending rounds of alcohol. Anonymously, of course. He wanted to keep an eye on his show until the fellow was drunk enough to start getting on everyone's nerves. Even if anyone did try to get in his way, Al wouldn't have cared. But for all he knew, his alternate would be displeased, and he didn't want to discourage their potential friendship.

When there is a lull in the activity of the audio he was listening to, he gets up and approaches Travis silently. He reaches over his shoulder to grab his latest shot, taking it and downing it himself. "Ah, I do enjoy the bite of whiskey. Wouldn't you agree?"

Any drunken confusion and mumbling is ignored, with Al wrapping an arm over the other's shoulder. "It does seem have gone over your limit, though."

Limit was right. Travis did look like he was ready to puke, though it could have as easily been from being terrified as it was from being drunk. Al shuffles him out of his seat, ignoring his discomfort at the drunkard having to lean against him. "Why don't I take you out back, so you don't mess up the tender's nice bar." He looks at the confused bartender, giving a wink and a particularly malicious smile.

It is amazing how little it takes to get people to let you do whatever the hell you want.

The moment they have gone out a side door into the alley, Al shoves the drunkard away from himself, enjoying the sound of the man slamming into the dumpster and collapsing. Not so much the sound of him spilling the contents of his stomach, though.

"I can see why he doesn't like you." Al mutters, brushing his coat off. He'd still need to get it deep cleaned. "Disgusting."

A black tendril is summoned, wrapping around the others waist and lifting him into the air. It squeezes him tight enough to cut off his air flow, as well as crush a couple of bones. The wheezing between cries of pain was very delightful, and all he had to do was stand there and watch the fool struggle. He does just that, smile growing as he sees the life draining out of the others body.

He wouldn't mind some food right now.

But, this wasn't his prey, and he was only here to pass some time. The tendril loosens enough that Travis can breathe, though it is clearly pained. Al approaches to look him over, and poke at his ribs. They definitely were cracked and broken in places, but they hadn't punctured the lungs. Probably.

"Sorry to run off so soon, but I've places to be." Another tendril is summoned to open the dumpster lid, and Travis is tossed unceremoniously into the can. The pained wheeze and groan is enough to assure Al that the other is alive, and will remain so. For now though, the trash could stay where it belonged.

The lid is closed, and Al focuses his attention back to his mic's audio as he teleports away.