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10: french kiss

the bright lights from the club shines down on her while wendy was up on that little stage. her brown orbs glanced all over the cheering crowd, much louder after her session had ended and eyes gazing at one male in particular. she tries to hold herself back but there was always that burning desire in her core to approach him, reminds her of why she even bothers after this man’ endless amount of teasing towards her, the insults jabbed towards each other, causing this huge little setback. wendy didn’t bother to remember his name, starts with a j? that’s all she had known. 

her fingertips made a run down his arm in attempt to get a reaction out of him, she smirks. “i thought i told you to stop showing your face around me? are you here to insult me again?” her smile disappears, wendy stands in front of him with his back against the brick wall outside of the club. they needed some air. “or did you really want my attention?” she wasn’t being delusional, only nothing but curious.

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It was almost 2am on a Saturday night. The bar was packed, and Ruki was already dealing with drunken idiots trying to purchase more booze than they could handle, as well as fools attempting to seduce women and get them drunk to sleep with them. Men were arrogant, women were tipsy, and everyone else was just too stupid to realize that they were wasting their hard earned cash just to detach themselves from the real world for just one night. Humans really were a spectacle to behold.

However, the longer Ruki spent working at this bar, the more he realized that humans were not the only beings that would find this place as a source of entertainment. Angels rarely came in here, for they were too pure and vile to walk out of their sacred God’s light, but when they did, my God was it hilarious. Witches and half breeds also found comfort in alcohol, drinking away their problems as if something as simple as alcohol could truly work as a bandage on their shattered life. But the best, truly, were the demons that lurked among the shadows, doing exactly what the dream demon himself did; used this place as an opportunity to find victims, and to make acquaintances.

The singing act for the night had decided to take a break from the stage, though it was unclear if they would be returning for another round of vocal persuasion or not. The lead vocalist took a seat at the bar, and immediately the demon recognized his kind, though he was rather curious as to why a demon would choose to sing in a place like this when he had the talent to feed off of higher life forms than this. With a small smirk, the dream demon slid a glass of whiskey at the other, grabbing at another glass to wipe down just to preoccupy his hands.