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“I see.” Billy took another sip of the wine again. “Yeah, I usually do. But only to those that I deem deserving of it. And mainly from the rich that I don’t like.” Billy stretches in his stool, and puts his leg on his knee.

Tom mostly just stood in one place, slightly shifting around, to hopefully focus bit more on work, than murder, but still his head was turning towards a body. It’s not as that unusual in hell probably, but it’s probably was last thing he’d like to talk about, or even be here at all. Can’t they discuss maybe something bit more happy?

He of course could try to talk his way out of here, but he wasn’t sure if risk was low enough to do so. He turned his head to the camera shaking his head as a sign to not record yet, before sighing and turning to other news anchor. “Katie, do we have to be here to talk about it? I don’t feel exactly safe being here, considering that it happened not so long ago. Can we just go back to studio?”

“Oh, I started stealing from them; and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Quite rare to get both at the same time.” Billy took another sip of wine. “So, whatcha doing after this place?”

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Katie raises a brow, chuckling a little. “Oh so you’re pretty new here. I can’t believe Detroit exists.” the demoness downs another shot, she’s starting to arrange them in the shape of the number six. Then she asks the thing everyone asks, “So how’d you die?” her smile is quirked, the demoness doesn’t expect him to answer at all. “The drink.” she examines one of her empty glasses.

“Not by alcohol. I got caught by some people in a mob, then proceeded to slice my throat and throw me off a tall building.” Billy took another sip. “I still have the scar of that cut on my neck. And yeah, Detroit does exist. It’s one of the most dangerous cities in the U.S. Used to be number 1.” Billy chuckled. “What about you, how did you die?”

“I’m from the United States, mainly Detroit.” Billy took another sip of his wine. “And I’ve been dead for 2 years. Died in 2017, almost went into a frenzy. Arrived in Hell, and I am now used to most of the city.” Billy looks at Katie. “So, what brings you here Katie?”

     Regardless of what Katie felt of Ered, there was something different to the girl, though nothing could be exactly pinpointed. Yet moving on as she rolled her words, “Uuuuuuuuh, yeaaa- no, no I don’t. I’m new to this, but sit tight. I’ll be back in a few hours, but I’ll leave the TV on for you or whatever.” Turning on the TV to a random channel, it really did seem Ered was going to straight up bail to go find some degenerate.

     If not interrupted by a call to stay? Ered would return hours later with a slushie in hand, a slushie in the other as she was slurping. 

Why there's a TV outside on the dirty old picket table is a mystery to Katie. The demoness hardly cares about it, she's so busy fuming about the entire situation. The pile of cigarettes quickly grows. Katie's not watching the television, she's thinking of ways to make Ered's life absolutely miserable. Time drags by, the night grows darker. The crickets slowly return, but quiet when Katie turns her gaze in their direction. Animals circle the spot.

Billy takes a sip of his wine and glances at Katie. “Hmm? Where am I from?” Billy was curious on why she wanted to know. “Um, I’m from Frankentorr Manor. If you ever go to the Southwestern area of Pentagram City and you see a big manor, that’s the place.” Billy takes another sip of his wine.

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Billy looked at drunk demon and chuckled a bit. The demon did look funny when trying to stand up straight. He wondered if he could even make it to the bar counter without falling on the floor, that would be fun to watch.