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gotinmyway
[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.]
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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...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.]
no subject
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.