#coffeerick

- @coffeerick

(( ▓ - caught stealing their belongings. ))

36 had been asleep, but woke up at the sound of an unfamiliar sound. What the hell was that? He sat up in bed, eyes adjusting to the dark, when he noticed a figure. And it appeared to be riffling through his things.

"H-hey--Hey!" 36 threw the blankets off, hopping out of bed in just his white tank undershirt and black boxer briefs. "Wh-what the fuck?!" He made his way over to the figure, grabbing whoever it was by the shoulder and forcing them to turn around. Another Rick? The hell was he doing?

"A-are you ROBBING me?!"

{Closed starter for @coffeerick}

As Pastel worked the host stand, he ushered other Ricks in as the club started to pick up the pace. He edited the log book and out of the corner of his eye saw a familiar frame of another rick.

@coffeerick [ After a while, the coffee arrives, and Coffee Rick immediately drinks from his mug, letting out a huge belch. ] FUCK that's more like it, holy *burp* shit!!! [ He clearly has no concern for his surroundings. ]

[Ricky takes her time adding cream and sugar to hers, stirring it then tapping off the spoon before taking a sip from it.

She raises a brow at him.]

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"I-i'll stop there if I'm running late but...I-I prefer to make my own. It seems like the Ricks that work there really don't have a, any passion for their work."

[ @coffeerick was walking down the streets of Hell holding what appeared to be some sort of scanning device. As he walked, he noticed Alastor holding a coffee cup in his hand. Coffee Rick swiftly swiped it from Alastor and took a quick sip, smacking his lips to get a thorough taste. ]

Odd sights were hardly a novelty in Hell. If anything, they could have been considered normalcy in the realm. After all, demons came in every shape and colour, the stranger and the brighter, the better. Standing out was a difficult feat to achieve.

Still, if there was something that could stand out even in the motley crowd of the Pit, it was a living human being. Especially one who was so casually walking around, as if he were exactly where he was supposed to be.

Among the many eyes starting at the man there was a pair of crimson orbs, the calculating look in them standing out among the shock and the incredulity. My, my, wasn't that a curious sight!

Alastor tilted his head on the side, remaining calmly seated at his table as the mortal moved in his direction. For a moment, it looked like he would walk past him, as he had done with everyone and everything else, but at the last moment the other's gaze fell on him, or rather on his hands, and the man abruptly stopped, as if he had forgotten what he had been doing.

The next moment, the mug was being snatched out of the Radio Demon's claws.

A low burst of static followed, conveying a deep displeasure, and tendrils of shadows emerged from the ground, stealing the cup out of the human's grip and returning it to his rightful owner.

"Aren't manners a thing anymore in the mortal realm? I would offer the apology you owe me immediately, if I were you, dear fellow," Alastor claimed, his tone calm but as sharp as a scalpel. The air around them had started to darken a little and the demons standing closest to them had the common sense of starting to move away. "I'm a patient man, but not when I'm being disrespected."

He wiped the edge of the mug with his sleeve, before moving it in small circles.