Run while you can

“Since you know so much of the world and how it works, I suppose you could give me a few lessons.”

“Not many people, if I’m honest.” He teased, though he meant every word. The last long-lasting human interaction he had was eight years and that wasn’t exactly a charming relationship, for her at least. “I might be able to. Just gotta find a good place to throw it at and we’re set.”

“Because I fucking care about you, man. Do you know how long you sit here and grovel all the fucking time?” Samael stated as if it was obvious. It should’ve been, for all he knew, people knew of Ryker as the sad bartender, and fuck he was bored. Then again, he had been the cause of that sadness, and despite himself, the demons was quite proud of having corrupted such a pure soul. Not of what he couldn’t do, but Ryker didn’t know that and he didn’t need to… yet. “I’ll get you some girls, alright, it’ll be the night of your life, buddy. No girl you’ve had before will be able to compare.”

“And you’re gonna be the one to teach me, darling?”

“Dry cleaning?” The demon asked, an amused tone laced around his words. That would be the pettiest thing to fight about, and as fun as that would’ve been, he didn’t suspect it would escalate to much if a child was present. For the mother’s part, at least. Though he was sure he could make her forget he was ever there. His gaze searched the crowd for her, but sadly, she was already gone and so was the kid. “That is so kind of you. You might be society’s role model, love. Should I get you an award?”

Samael let out a slight chuckle, leaning against the bar. “See, I’d love to pay for your drinks any other time, but I’m working and that means I’m selling you the drinks, so how about I invite some drinks some other time?”

“Impressive,” Samael remarked with a quirked eyebrow as the kid ran away. He was, indeed, impressed, not many people nowadays decided being cruel to children in public was a good idea, but clearly she didn’t care. “Dare I ask, what would you have done if the mother did notice that?” Not like it was on his mind to place that idea into a certain individual’s mind, for the fun of it.

“I don’t know, Ryker. It’s hard to believe you when you’ve hardly even tried with any girl. Hell, someone could flash you and you’d look like nothing happened.” Samael chuckled, looking at the other man as he served himself a drink. Struck a nerve, did he? He couldn’t be more satisfied with himself, knowing he’d been sinking his finger into a still fresh wound. “But if you promise you’ll be at the party, I’ll make sure to set you up with some girls.”

“Ditto.” Samael replied, his smile not faltering once. He couldn’t lie to Ryker about this, after all, the little psychic had gotten between plenty of his people before. And that was something he didn’t appreciate much. He was precisely the reason he wasn’t able to possess Reagan when she’d been so attached to him. But then again, he had his fun teasing her when she was around him. The poor boy had no idea he was talking to the one that took his happiness away. “I’m starting to think you are truly the one that needs a party, perhaps hook up with some girls to let go of that tension. A good fuck never killed anybody.” He grinned, blatantly ignoring the accusation, even though it was pretty spot on. “What do you say, buddy? Want me to find you a nice girl to… lay with?”

Samael spared a glance around them. True, the bar was empty enough that he didn’t have to bother with staying at work when the other guys could manage well enough. Hell, he didn’t need to work at all, but it turned out to be fun every now and then. Especially when he found brats who were used to getting their way with people, like the one sitting before him. He guessed she was pretty enough for something like that to be usual, and her wink thrown his way only had him letting out a breathless chuckle. “You want to show me how to party, a’ight, just make sure not to fail terribly or I’ll be incredibly disappointed.” Sam shrugged, jumping over the bar to join her as she made her way out. This could be fun, after all.

“With you, any day, wherever you want, and birthday suit is required.” Sam teased, mostly, as he rested his elbows on the bar. “How badly do you need a party?”

Samael took his hand back grimly, an eye roll given despite knowing the other demons was just as powerful as him. He extended his fingers, watching them intently as the other went on. “Your host is looking rather old nowadays, isn’t he?” Sam pointed out, a teasing tone laced around his words. “Almost withering, though since he has a large home I can see the use of him. What’s he saying in there, I do wonder.” His grin didn’t falter then, an amused look gracing his features as he let his gaze trail down the demon’s host. “I have one other question, are you actually doing his job?”