[jazz tune plays loudly] for gotinmyway

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[Honestly, Vox isn't much of a jazz person. Not the slower stuff, at least; it makes him fidgety, but he fidgets - right now, tapping repeatedly against the side of his glass - because Alastor is a jazz person from toe to tip, and Vox— well. Vox is content, most of the time, to do things Alastor likes because it seems to make him happy.

So it's going great. It is, actually, in Vox's opinion— Alastor is... inviting him to more places? He thinks? Laughing, or at least mildly chuckling, at more of his jokes. It's going more comfortably than Vox remembers their earliest interactions going, and that's... nice! It's nice.

Thus, he is in the jazz bar, and he is tap-tap-tapping the side of his whiskey glass far too much, and while he is watching the whole bar, his attention is really only on Alastor, across the tiny table from him, still here this late in the evening. Vox wants to believe that means something for their little partnership (he should probably ask if it's a partnership sometime). Meeting Alastor so soon after arriving in Hell has been a boon in so many ways, and while Alastor remains mostly a sharp-dressed mystery, Vox is— paying close attention.

Maybe too close. He's been a little overzealous. This evening's jazz bar drinks have all been paid for out of his wallet, as an unspoken apology for that. And to draw it out, because he's had... an idea.

Here goes.]

—I've been thinking. Since you and I are... [uh,] colleagues. And soon-to-be Overlords. You know what really sticks in these idiots' brains?

[He taps the side of his big ol' boxy head here, instead of his glass, at last. Really sticks in those brains.]

Branding. Titles! Names to scare your kids so they'll behave! So for you and me, what do you think of... AV Club?

[It could be worse.]

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[gotinmyway]

[When he'd invited Vox out for drinks and music he hadn't known if the other man would actually accept or not; Alastor is aware that jazz isn't his favourite genre of music, and even he typically prefers something a little more upbeat. But neither was it a particularly popular style in Hell anymore so he took what he could find, even if it was of the slower variety. It was relaxing... for him at least since it seemed his company was rather twitchy this evening.

He's noticed the tapping of fingers against his glass and pondered once or twice over asking him to stop since it was distracting him from the music.

But well, he's trying to be a good friend. If they can be called that (are they?). Alastor doesn't have many of those -- he'd always been something of a loner even in life, so he's been attempting something new for the past few months. And it isn't as though he dislikes Vox, even if at times he feels as if he's being followed around by a puppy more so than an equal.

Because they're not. Equals. Not really, even if Alastor has seen his potential as a kindred spirit and sort of helped jump-start his status into things.]

Hmm? [The Radio Demon was only half-listening to the first part of the conversation, which he supposes is a problem, before he shifts his focus back to the demon across from him.]

You want us to market ourselves as a... club?

[He raises one brow at that, bringing his whiskey tumbler to his lips to pull a sip as he mulls the idea over.]

Why that name, in particular?

[It isn't a flat-out 'no', but it'll need to be workshopped in his opinion.]

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[To say that Vox is ready to vibrate through the very walls of this place is not really an understatement; he's always teetering on the edge of too much when Alastor is around lately, and it's even more... more, while he's pitching his very cool team name. Club name.

...Team name. He'll get there. He waits for Alastor to answer with a bit more frenetic finger-tapping on his glass, perking up - somehow - when the answer isn't a no. Oho!]

It's not— It doesn't have to be a club. Not when it's just the two of us, you know, and—anyway.

[Just floating that idea out there, so subtly; Just The Two Of Us, ahem, ahem. He takes a hasty sip of his drink, then:]

The "AV" is obvious, right? It's, well, it's us! And it's audio-visual.

[Look, the audio part even gets to be in the front, isn't that nice... Doesn't that sound cool and intimidating... please.]

[gotinmyway]

[He's almost cute when he gets worked up, Alastor thinks to himself, but it's more akin to how one would view a child discovering their own shadow for the first time. There's nothing more to it than that.]

I suppose it has a certain ring to it. [He admits, after a small pause.] Though I'm not certain how much fear it would strike with the local populace. It's a bit plain, don't you think?

[Not that he has any better ideas immediately forthcoming. And to be honest, he isn't completely sold on the idea yet.

He does have to put a stop to that tapping, though, because it's starting to grate on his nerves a bit. So without much ado, he reaches over to put his hand over the one Vox has against his glass, with a glance and a smile that says, please stop. But he's also quick to retrieve it after that small, squeezing touch.]

What about Sound and Fury? I have seen your temper before and it's quite impressive.