The imps milling near the entrance and idly polishing the gold name tags around their necks nearly jumped as Jubilee rolled up. The name tags simply had their numbers engraved on them and were strung around their necks by strands of what looked like black human hair. The hair came from Weirdbard in his human form and was stronger than steel and could only be cut by holy items meaning no imp was likely to lose his name tag.
All three imps turned to look at each other ignoring Jubilee for a moment.
"Okay. We need to get our act together here. We agreed to stay together at least until we got lucky and found a woman tonight. Right?" #1 asked.
Imp #222 and #444 nodded their heads.
"So let's try again." #1 said.
"Table." #1 said. "Booth." #222 said at the same moment. "Lounge." #444 repeated.
Imp 1 facepalmed. "Look, I'm Imp one. so why don't you both let me..."
"Oh here it comes." #222 groaned. Imp 444 nodded his head. "I'm the first imp so I should decide for everyone... Say. How did you get to be the first imp anyway? I mean Weirdbard is broken, beaten, cast out of Hell by Luci and his sister. He crashes up to Earth and his first thought when releasing his imps is... Literary?" Imp #1 glared at his two brother imps that were with him. "If you must know... Weirdbard was thinking that Dante Alighieri didn't know his ass from a hole in the ground."
Imp #222 blinked blankly and looked over at 444. "You know who he is talking about?" Imp #444 shook his head. Imp #1 sighed. "The author of Dante's Inferno? You know the poem dealing with Hell and all that? Look! It was just his first thought and feeling upon deciding to release his imps so I got to be number one. Just let me pick where we sit tonight or I'll go back to speaking in Old English."
The other two imps raised their hands as if to say. No, no. That's fine. Choose for us. Anything but the Old English again.
"We'll take a table." Imp 1 said to Jubilee. "It is near the middle of the cafe so we'll have a good view of everyone coming and going and that means the ladies. Fine?" He added to his brother imps.
#222 and #444 shrugged showing that was as good a logic as any.
"You know. If our ranking is based on Bard's thoughts after having the Hell beat out of him.... What could he possibly have been thinking that lead to Imp 13?" #222 whispered to his brother imp 444.
Imp 444 shuddered. "You might want to know but frankly I never want to know the Boss's thoughts that lead to 13 being created."
Imp #222 tilted his head as if considering and then shuddered himself. "Good point."