Mayans MC Short Stories

An Angel and a Demon

Desdemona, pronounced Dez-Dee-Moh-Nah, or Demon for short, stood polishing glasses at the bar she had worked in for the last year. The dinner regulars had all come and gone leaving the Friday night crowd of partiers behind. Shannon stood at the other end of the bar popping the tips of a round of beers ordered.

Most of the crowd were surrounding the pool tables, darts or dancing in front of the speakers on the sticky floor. There was only one man sat at the bar and every girl that had tried talking up him had been sent on their way disappointed. She could see why they tried, if it wasn't for the sad eyes he would be the sexiest man in the bar tonight. She noticed his glass was empty once more so she grabbed a clean one and the bottle of bourbon he had been drinking all night.

"She's a fool." Demon said as she leant against the bar top and refilled his glass before filling her own.

"Who is?" He asked in a husky voice.

"The girl that broke your heart." She said before taking a large gulp of the spirit.

"There isn't a girl." He grunted before downing his own drink.

"Then the guy is an even bigger fool." She said and watched his eyes flick to hers angrily.

The guy stared at her for a moment as a sly smile crossed her face and she winked. He chuckled into his glass as he realised she had being trying to get his attention, even if she had to taunt him. He finally looked over the woman who was probably a few years younger than he was.

"Angel." He smiled and held his hand out.

"Demon!" Shannon called out before pointing to the clock.

"Sorry, Angel, duty calls." Demon said before walking out of the bar area and up onto the stage.

She picked up the mic stand and the music faded out as Shannon swapped the sounds over on the mixer. She pressed a new cd in waited for Demons cue.

"We are going to take things a little slower tonight." Demon said as she dipped from her glass and put it aside. "This is to all of the narcissistic assholes out there. Fuck you."

That was Shannon's cue to hit play. The music began and the regular Friday night groups cheered as this was the single song concert Demon treated them to at midnight. The song she chose tonight was Kesha's Praying and Angel turned around on his bar stool as she began to sing. It was as if she was singing his own feelings, his own story to this crowd of strangers.

With the alcohol fuelling him, he stormed towards stage about to rip the microphone out of her grasp but he froze as he saw the tears glistening in her eyes. She wasn't singing his story, she was singing her own. He felt like an asshole for what he was about to do but he was mesmerised as he stood below her. Like everyone else, he watched silently feeling the pain that was carried in her voice.

When she finished singing, drinks went flying as people whistled and applauded before moving back up their places as music played through the speakers once more. Angel made his way back to the bar and sat at his stool and watched Demon fill her glass to the top.

"What did that asshole do now?" Angel heard the other bartender ask Demon.

"Doesn't matter. He's gone for good." She replied taking her drink with her to the other end of the bar, towards Angel.

"He's a fool." He said raising his empty glass for a refill.

"Oh trust me, I know." She snorted pouring him another glass.

She went along the bar wiping the top down and serving some other patrons before ringing a bell on the wall. Angel hadn't even noticed he had been sitting there all night. As the last stragglers left the bar Shannon grabbed her bag and pointed to Angel.