There's a place where all sorts of demons and humans go called The Devil's Speakeasy, a bar where the humans have no idea that they are among monsters. When Y/N becomes a waitress there, she feels so strange, like something was off about the place...
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The sun was shining down brightly on the two patrons walking down a path that was formed between two rows of booths and food trucks, the sound of 80's and 90's rock music filling the air. Y/N had been unsure about this particular date, but honestly, she was having a blast with her flirtatious companion. It seemed the people around them were also having a good time, though, some were obviously drunker than others. The couple stops in front of a beer truck to wait in line, since Loui had spotted a drink that had caught his attention. It wasn't the drink itself, which was just cherry flavored beer with food coloring in it to make it purple, more of the unique cup it came in, which had a spiral stem that reminded the demon of a slinky. When he said that to Y/N, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"What?"
"Nothing. I just think you getting excited over a cup is kinda cute," she admits. It was like a kid ordering a happy meal just for the toy.
"Hmmm, not as cute as you," he whispers into her ear before planting a tender kiss on her right cheek. This brought heat to her face as she shook her head at the cheesy line, but she loves his sense of humor, no matter how silly it is. After purchasing the drink, he turns to Y/N and asks, "Are you sure you don't want anything?"
"Really, I'm good." He shrugs his shoulders and sips from the cup before he hums.
"Not bad. Is this your brand?" He wonders curiously, considering he didn't recognize the logo stamped onto the cup. The man at the counter nods his head, smiling.
"Yeah, it's a bit of a family business. We're pretty small, though, since we just started a few years ago."
"Color me impressed. I'd love to hear more about it. I own The Devil's Speakeasy on Austell Avenue. Perhaps we can talk business sometime?" The blonde pulls out his wallet and takes out a business card to hand it to the man, who's eyes had grown wide.
"I thought I've seen you before! You were on that commercial! My daughter won't stop talking about your business." The man reaches for a clear stand on the counter stocked with business cards and hands one to the dealmaker, who accepts it happily. "I'd be happy to work with you. Thanks for the consideration!"
"Hey, come on, you're holding up the line!" Shouts an impatient man from behind them. Loui tilts his head to connect eyes with the guy, who held a wasted woman on his arm. Judging by the ring on their hands, they're married.
"So sorry, go ahead," he spoke in a calm, yet chilling, voice that sent a shiver down the man's spine. Only he had seen the threatening stare in Loui's crimson optics as the bartender bore that signature smile of his. The blonde then faces forward again, returning to his usual, casual self as he slings an arm over the shoulders of his date. "Come on, Doll Face. There's still plenty left to see." Loui sips on his drink, which Y/N drew her attention to. The demon quickly took notice and grinned while bringing the wide rim to the woman's soft lips that he yearned to kiss. "Wanna sip?" Y/N bit her lip, about to protest, yet she was tempted by the purple liquid.
