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They were like flies; buzzing insects with seemingly no purpose, but to annoy and be annoyed. Sitting at the bar, Samael lightly twirled about his tumbler of Jack and Coke before sipping it. The alcohol burned a little as it slid down his throat, but did nothing else to effect him. He wondered why he had agreed to meet Lilith in a bar of all places. They could have gone out to dinner, something more personal, and with a better chance to feel something worthwhile.
Samael had four wives, and plenty of lovers. Some of the angels, and demons jokingly referred to him as the pimp daddy of Heaven. He saw nothing wrong with his actions. The female form was the most beautiful thing that God had ever invented, and this particular angel was going to enjoy that.
He was about to step out of the bar, and had actually moved off of the stool when he felt a dark energy amidst the crowd of people. No doubt it was coming from Lilith. Silently, Samael made his way over to her; lightly shoving people out of his way until he reached her.
"Dressed for the ocassion as always I see," Sam said. "We even match. What are the chances of that?" he chuckled, referring to the red silk shirt he was wearing tonight.