Hence this place. Can we go now?” He appealed to the demon. “The stink in this place is playing havoc with my nose.”
“You wouldn’t even dress up and play the part,” Cass grumbled as he lumbered to his feet. Even in human form he was huge and could easily give Seth a run for his money. “Let’s get out of here then, and we can make our report to this one. Not that there’s much to report.”
“This case is really getting to him. He hates it when he can’t just wrestle with the bad guys and save the innocents,” Wes confided, his voice so low Ra had to strain to hear him. “He desperately needs to let off some tension.”
Ra glanced to his side. Yep, there were at least four big guys watching their every move, the grip on their beer bottles tight enough to be menacing. “There’s plenty of opportunity for him to use his fists in here if he wanted to work off his frustrations.”
Wes moved closer, also keeping an eye on what was going on around them as they shuffled towards the door. “Cass is worried about getting into trouble with Hades,” he whispered in Ra’s ear. “His kind aren’t allowed to start anything on the mortal realm, otherwise I’m sure he would’ve. In fact, I’m sure that’s half the reason why we’re here. I didn’t pick my clothes, he did, knowing damn well it would attract the wrong kind of attention.”
Patting Wes’s arm, Ra’s grin widened. “Oh, well, if he’s spoiling for a fight, allow me, dear wolf. After all, there’s nothing that says a demon can’t defend himself, or his mate, if someone hits him first.”
It took just a trickle of magic. Seth and Cass were waiting impatiently by the door. A tiny gust of directed wind, and somehow the two men got their feet tangled, landing with a heavy thud on the table by the bar, where two ladies of negotiable virtue were having a drink.
The women screamed, their drinks flying through the air. The four men who’d just been itching for a fight waded over and it was all on. Ra winced as Cass copped a punch before he’d even got to his feet. Seth was being set on by the two women who’d recovered from their fright and were now pummeling him with bare fists and anything they could get their hands on.
“Don’t let me being here stop you joining in, if you want,” Ra said to Wes as he got himself comfortable, leaning against the wall by the door. “Seth’s on a punishment. He completely cut my new phone in half with a sword. This will be good for him.” He clapped excitedly as Seth put one woman aside and was punched by a burly male who was obviously hoping to get laid later. “Get ‘em, Seth.”
“Cass is enjoying himself.” Wes leaned against the same wall. “Maybe after this he won’t be so freaking tense all the time. I’ve never seen a case get to him like this one and it’s not like the boss is being any help.”
“I’ll see if there is anything I can do when those two have had their fun,” Ra promised, as more men and women piled into the fight. It wasn’t clear who was fighting who, but Cass and Seth were in the middle of it, taking on all comers. “Honestly, this is the best entertainment I’ve had in eons.” He cupped his hand around his mouth. “Come on, Seth. Get back on your feet, you lazy bastard. You can take ‘em.”
“You too, Cass. I’m hungry.” Wes held up his hand and Ra high fived him as Cass let out an inhuman roar.
Yep. Best fun in ages.
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“Feel better now?” Ra asked Cass as Wes came over with a packet of peas wrapped in a tea towel. Wes had found them a diner, one of Ra’s favorite types of places, and the three men were huddled in a corner booth where they wouldn’t be overheard. Seth, complaining bitterly about the crass behavior of mortals, had been sent back to Ra’s realm nursing a few bruises and a bad attitude. Ra knew he’d get an earful when he got home, but for now he was enjoying the relative quiet and the smells of home cooking.
“I know what you did.” Cass eyed him over the pack of peas pressed to his cheek. “We’re not all toys for your amusement, you know.”