the bed with a groan.
They might be assholes, but they're my assholes, and if I don't have at least one of them soon, I'm going to combust. I take a deep breath and get a handle on my hormones. Being this horny around a ton of handsy Demons isn't something I need to deal with today.
I get back up and make myself head downstairs to the tavern, then make my way straight to the bar. They might be Demons, but they like to drink just as much as the rest of us. I have no idea how they get it, but it wouldn't surprise me if they just stole it any chance they got.
The bartender is a sultry woman with blood red lips and dark hair cut in a sharp crop at her chin. She looks stern, but still beautiful, and heads towards me, no more than an exasperated look on her face.
“What are you doing down here?” She asks, and I shrug. “I thought I told you to stay off the radar.”
“A girl gets thirsty,” I tell her, making a show of looking her over. Women don't do it for me, but she doesn't know that. She could have more information than a little, everyone talks to the person pouring their drinks. Maybe I should've let one of the guys do this.
Actually, nope. Don't want to slit her throat. Turns out I have some jealousy issues I wasn't aware of and just the thought of them flirting with her, especially after that fucking dream, just makes my blood boil.
I take a deep breath and force down the bitter taste in my mouth at the thought, and smile at her again.
“Well, what's your poison?” She asks and I look at the bottles behind her. Plenty of choice but I'll go with a good old favorite.
“Jameson on the rocks,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes, but grabs a glass and slams it down in front of me. She takes her time getting the bottle, stopping to talk to various Demons at the bar as she goes. I'm patient, to a point, Fallon is a constant thought in the back of my mind, but I know I can't get myself killed otherwise I'll never get her out of here.
The woman comes back and pours me two fingers over ice, grinning as she does. I shrug it off and sip the whiskey, enjoying the burn as it goes down. “So what are you really doing down here?” She asks.
“I told you.” I shrug, and take another sip.
“You don't dress like that, just because your thirsty. Well, unless you're another kind of thirsty,” she says and I can't help but laugh.
“Something like that.” I smirk. “Maybe I just wanted to talk to another woman.”
“I suppose if your juggling that much cock, talking to a woman is a nice change of pace.”
“Something like that. I'm Remy.”
“Callie,” she tells me with a nod and heads to another Demon to serve them, and I stand patiently knowing she'll be back. I take advantage of the alone time and listen to the conversations around me to see if I can pick anything up.
I focus on my hearing and listen in to a few conversations, but some of them make my stomach turn so I skip by pretty quickly on a few of them. Just gross.
“... I heard that Deacon has found a way to open the portal. He's got big plans apparently.”
“Shut up, Ellis. This is not the place.”
“I just meant that we could probably get in on it, if we wanted.”
“Shut up Ellis!” the guy roars and I tune out, I don't know what powers these Demons have, or even what type of Demons they are, so I go back to nursing my drink and wait for Callie to come back. I wonder if I can get any information from her without pimping myself out. That is definitely not on my to do list.
“Remy!” Creek appears in the doorway, drawing more than a little attention, so I stand quickly and pull him outside away from our audience, before anyone figures out who or what we are.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as soon as we're alone.
“Levi, he's a fucking hot-headed idiot. He got pulled into a fight, he's in the cages,” he tells me panting. “Come on, quick.” He pulls my arm and takes off at a run. I shrug free and follow him as fast as we can move.
I don't know if you can hear me,