Sasha & Pavel
"Why did he get shot?" Sasha questioned. "I've never seen anybody get shot. Do their brains splatter out like in movies, or is it just blood?" He knew that some of the more high ranking demons often dealt with firearms, demon lords in particular, but Sasha had been mostly kept away from that side of things. High ranking demons, after all, didn't trouble themselves with outcasts like himself.
Still, he was interested in what the boy had to say and made room for him to sit down. "You could only drink if you'd done the stuff they were talking about, and I hadn't. I got bored." Sasha gave a little shrug. "How do we play your drinking game? Are there questions?"