|Berith (grandearl) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2014-01-24 11:31:00
|Entry tags:||beelzebub, berith|
WHO: Beelzebub and Berith
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: bar, New York
WHAT: Two demons meeting for a drink
WARNING: All that comes with demons being themselves
The demon sat the bar, alone amidst the mortals. He didn't get so much as a second glance, Berith was still dressed for the office with the exception of his jacket being draped over the chair beside him instead.
Still, it never failed to impress him how clueless God's favored creatures tended to be and he couldn't help scoffing to himself. Even after all this time, it was a sore spot. The ice clinked in his glass as he set it down upon the bar, resisting the urge to check his watch. A habit of the hectic week, he had to remind himself it was Friday and that he was done for the day at least so far as appointments went. There was no reason to rush things now.
It was an exercise in power, taking time to be late, that much Berith knew all too well and so he waited with a smirk up on his lips.