User:Nextoy/Farside Pub/Rainy Moods

It was a cold and rainy day out near Farside. Days like these didn't bring many customers on average, and outside of the regulars the ones they did bring were usually rather odd; even for their customer base.

One of these strange men had entered through. He was a simple looking man, one anybody could easily overlook as he blended into the crowd.

“Ain't it a bit early to start drinking?” The barkeep asked, looking over at the clock up near the pool and pinball tables. 2:48 PM.

“It's my day off, I can do whatever I want.” The man replied, slumping down at the bar and leaning against it. “Shot of Vodka. Cheap stuff.”

“Sounds like you got your share a problems.” The barkeep pointed out, pouring the shot and carefully sliding it over to the man.

“Don't we all?” He asked, quickly downing it and handing over the payment for it.

“To each their own I suppose. Still, that's a bit much for just that one shot. Plannin’ on openin’ up a tab?” The barkeep pointed out, getting out a tablet just in case.

“Yeah. Jacob Quill.” The man answered, his voice a bit more calm with the alcohol in his system. “Mind ordering up some chili fries while you’re it?”

“Can do.”

With that Jacob was left to sit and stew for a moment. Just long enough to remember his reasons for being there, but not long enough to stew on them before a lady came in and leaned against the counter next to him.

He was entirely unphased by her appearance, despite the fact that her skin was a faint red and she had more claws than nails. Small horns stuck from her forehead and a thin tail danced behind her.

A stereotypical looking demon, minus the wings.

“And what do you want?” He asked, turning towards the demon with annoyance in his voice and gaze.

“To help.” She answered in a light, cheery tone. Her tail swam through the air to touch his cheek, though it was soon swatted away.

“I already live in hell, my soul isn't worth a damn to your lot.” He replied, happy to see his chili fries having arrived.

“Oh please,” The demon began, rolling her eyes. “We have hearts too, y’know.”

“Oh sure. Really giving.” Jacob sparked between fries.

“Aren't you stiff?” She snarked back, growling a bit.

“Not the kinda stiff you’d want.”

This made the demon blush for a moment as she turned her head away with an annoyed pout, her tail whipping about in annoyance.

“Ever thought that maybe I just don't want to see a man so unhappy?” She asked, continuing to look away.

“Is that so?” He asked, glancing over to the demon as she hummed in affirmation. “Figures the legions of hell would take pity on me.”

“Well you are hanging out in a bar in the middle of the afternoon.” The demon pointed out, turning back to him as she placed her hands on the counter.

“You gonna buy somethin’ ,or just torment my customers?” The barkeep asked, causing the demon to sigh in response.

“Sure, whatever, a shot of fireball should do the trick.” She answered, turning around to lean against the counter.

“Welcome to the club.” Jacob snarked, popping another fry in his mouth.

“So what is your story, anyways?” The demon asked, turning over to the man beside her.

“I’d rather skip to the ‘sucking my soul out of my dick’ part, thanks.” Jacob answered flatly.

“Few are as brave as you are.” She pointed out, her tongue sliding along her lips at the offer. “Most wouldn't taunt my kind so openly.”

“Most have a life worth living.”

“And yet you haven't ended it yourself.” She points out again, giggling a bit.

“Not worth the bullet or funeral expenses.” Jacob points out, this time munching on his fries a bit more angrily.

“I think there’s another reason. Something more personal.”

“Even If there was it’d be none of your business.” Jacob pointed out, glaring at her. “Or is there something you're not telling me?”

“I’m merely concerned. My kind are attracted to people in need, makes us good at our jobs.” She explained with an annoyed look.

“Explains why you folk keep poppin’ in here.” The barkeep popped off, snickering at his own joke.

“Well whatever help it is, I don't want it.” He pointed out, getting up as he finished his fries. “Keep the tab up, I’ll be back some other day.”Jacob added on towards the barkeep as he started to leave.

“Why do you keep driving ‘em out like that?” He asked, seeing the demon’s tail already twitching in annoyance.

“I wasn't lying…” She replied simply, sighing to herself as she finally took the shot.