You won't believe this [Sol/Alastor]

Some part of Sol had remembered those rumors, but at the time his drink addled mind couldn't seem to comperehend that. Now, being completely sober and in a proper state of mind, he understand the gravity of those things. As he brought his knees up to rest his arms on the top, he grimaced at the prospect or thought of being eaten. Let alone the moral injury from supporting such a thing. He'd shake his head.

"It's different when someone points it out, yeah." He'd sigh as it was clear that the words of Alastor seemed to strike home, if only cause there was no real attachment to it. Now some part of him wondered if she was merely buttering him up, or playing some 4d chess to make him lower his defenses. It was terrifying!

"God you're right, man- I gotta get out more." He'd cough clearing his throat, while she was certainly physically attractive it was just a bit too much of a gamble. He wasn't suicidal anymore, and being eaten seemed like an awful way to go. "Thanks."

"I'd kill for a good, Gin."

Sol would sigh as he began to get to his feet, figuring if anyone knew how to get over this it'd be Alastor. Good dude. Perfect drinking buddy. Or at least that's what Sol thought in the moment, it might be good to unwind in a manner which might not leave him sore till next morning.

"Alright, lead the way."

As the bartender poured the drinks, Sol would take his own holding it at chest level while turning to Alastor. There was quite nothing like drinking with a friend, or a new one. While he wasn't entirely sure who Alastor was as an individual, he was sure that they might have some mutual interests.

"Yeah I can catch the next one, but we need something to toast to." He'd inquire, resting an elbow on the table.

No those toast wouldn’t do. Instead Sol would lift his glass high into the air.

“How about a toast to a better tomorrow?”

It was perhaps the best way to look at the situation, despite all his troubles Sol persisted forward. He was not the smartest men or even the strongest, certainly not the most attractive. But when he had in spades was the genuine desire to improve, and to meet tomorrow with more tenacity than the previous day. Provided Alastor found that acceptable, Sol would down the gin with a deep inhale after.

An exhale followed as the bitter and strong liquor went down his throat. His arm resting on the bar, as he shifted his gaze inside the bar. The forlorn look on his face eventually being replaced with a small smirk, his eyes closed. In some ways he found himself enjoying the way things where going in his life, the misadventures which resulted in him drinking in the after life.

“This was good, I feel energized. Honestly man, women troubles are the least of my concerns. If anything, I’m kinda itching for a fight.”

“Oh she’s a tough woman, that’s why she’s hot.”

Sol would laugh clearly taking in the jovial atmosphere, seemingly fine with poking some fun at himself. After all what was the point of going to a bar to relax, unless you could actually be a bit of a jokster. Naturally, the night might progress in a way which resulted in the two men downing even more alcohol and growing steadily more jovial.

And naturally, be it a bar in the Rukongai, at some point someone might make a snide remark regarding the two.

The events which transpired will be hotly debated for many years, with some saying that Sol started the conflict. Others say that the Rukongai thugs started it when they made some inflammatory comments regarding Sol’s kids status. One thing was certain, Sol punched a guy clean into a table. And it would be a this point, Sol and Alastor would be caught up in a brawl.

“You should’ve never crawled out of the gaping hole that’s your mother’s snatch!” Sol yelled as he brought a hand up to block a bottle which shattered against his arm, his free hand coming upwards to sock the guy in the jaw. He thinks Alastor is nearby? He should be able to handle himself.