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@amicocasio location: Flirt notes: two bros that have committed unspeakable crimes

"Oh, I was there." Amico never missed a party. He felt like that was very common knowledge in his little demon circles. And he was in a few demon circles. There were the familiars and then there were the other ones. People just seemed to like him. It was probably because his opinion was always so right and he always had the best ideas. It was just so easy for people to gravitate towards someone that was as attractive as he was with an award-winning personality. What could he say? He was just that guy. "Usually, saying you have a friend means I'm in the middle of something with no clothes on. Now I'm even more upset you didn't find me during that party."

@amicocasio Place: Back of dat strip club

Dancing and music; Isla had always adored it. It was the people that set on her on edge, the bodies colliding and men with leering eyes and alcohol in their system. Talking to strangers was also usually either inconvenient or nerve-wracking. As it was, Amico was no longer a stranger. She didn't remember apologizing to the demon about how she'd treated him during the war; the memories had long since vanished into nothing but the vaguest recollection of some feelings like fear and worry. However, the mortal knew what had happened thanks to The Eye and allies who remembered. If she survived a war and apocalypse for years, what was a little party?

"Of course I know the samba. I'm Brazilian." Not that he really remembered anything about his life before the Inferno, but he knew who he was in that regard. It always amused him when he thought of how, of every witch in the entirety of the world that could summon him, it had been Ciro. Someone who was just like him in too many ways to count. Amico hadn't been a dancer by any means, but he'd always tried his best and it had just made him better. Trying to teach Ciro when he was younger also helped with that, too. Plus, he felt like it would be embarrassing if he didn't know how to samba. "One more drink and you'll dance with me?" He shook his head, smile firmly planted on his face. "No, no, that won't do. If you can't dance with me sober, then we just can't dance." He held his hand out towards her. "If you step on my feet, I promise it won't hurt as bad as hot coffee to the face."

who: @amicocasio where: Amaranthus house

Hazal was often too nice for him to cope with, but he also could've expected it. With how long he had been at Ciro's side, he already well knew that he was a part of the Amaranthus. However, it definitely didn't hurt to hear it. As much as he raved about being a demon with not too many feelings, he actually cared quite a bit about this little coven. His loyalty was always to Ciro first and foremost though. It wasn't always just the witch and demon bond that kept him around. No, the two of them had forged a friendship that would withstand the test of time. When Ciro was eventually gone, Amico wasn't sure what would become of him, but they had a long time untilt hat happened. "I'm always wanted. Of course I knew that." That was half a joke and half a true statement. "But you're great for reminding me. I'm here for all of you, you know. Mostly Ciro, but all of you still."

who: @amicocasio where: flirt

When Amico had first come up with the idea of this place, he was sure that Ciro had been skeptical of it. For like two seconds though. Those few seconds were probably just the usual thought that the demon was not going to be good at running a business because he really usually wasn't. But this one? Oh, he was doing a great job with it so nobody could say anything. Who didn't love demons shaking tits and ass in people's faces? It sure as hell was Amico's favorite thing in the world. "Of course it's like being among your own kind. I made this place for the demons. If you didn't feel like you fit in here, then I did something wrong. And I don't do things wrong." As a matter of fact, he was always right.

@amicocasio location: Amaranthus Coven notes: Salut, mon ami

"Of course it turned a profit this month. And it will the next few months, too. You know why? Because I'm really fucking good at this shit." He absolutely wasn't, but that was neither here nor there. Amico was really just trying his best and hoping nothing blew up in his face. If he came home with nothing more than alcohol thrown in his face, then it was a job well done. Anyway, they had more important things to be doing right now. Like going to a fucking awesome rave and getting drunk off their asses. It seemed like they both needed it anyway. "Now...put your clothes on and let's get to that party, huh?"