Who: Damien [open] When: Night Where: Demon bar What: Hanging out Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
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Damien had been truthful when he felt that bars like this were a bit too seedy or low-maintenance for his tastes. He usually preferred something a bit higher like the Lux or some club similar to it, where the patrons at least looked human. Perhaps it was unwise to be here since there were already a couple demon deaths. But hey, the Beast tended to like living on the edge.
So he sat at the counter, waving the bartender over. It was some guy with grey skin and scales under the eyes. The man said, "Ah, hello stranger! What will it be?" Sounded nice for a demonic lifeform. "You look more human than demon. If you don't mind me saying so, sir."
Damien shrugged, looking at him. "Antichrist." He supposed that would do. Seemed to, as there was an uncomfortable silence, before the man just simply nodded at him. "And I'll have a scotch. Keep it coming."
The bartender went about his business, coming back with a glass in a minute, then seeing to the other customers. Damien just took a drink, a few sips here and there to savor the taste. He sat alone, though he managed to glance around a bit to see what other types were in here, or if anyone else was coming in...