Alastor

You had just woken up after having stayed up pretty late. It was around eight PM, and you had gone to sleep at ten AM. You walked down the stairs of the Hazbin Hotel after exiting your room, yawning and rubbing your eyes. Suddenly, you spot Alastor sitting at the little bar in the Hotel... He was sipping on a glass of alcohol, likely some brand of whiskey. He glanced over his shoulder at you, his usual mischievous, sharp smile present on his face. He never stopped smiling (LITERALLY), but no one ever really questioned it. He sat his glass down once he spotted you, humming a bit.

"Well, look who's finally up. Did you sleep well, my dear?~" He asked playfully, resting his chin on the palm of his hand and his elbow on the bar table.