“Of course.” Dagobert flicked his fan for them to follow him.
Sariel took Seymour’s arm and fell into step after Dagobert, his halo and wings now in full view.
Seymour could feel eyes on them, definitely not friendly, so he was happy about Sariel flexing his angel stuff. The atmosphere was thicker here than at Lovecraft’s, and Seymour was grateful to have such visible support.
Yes, Day was giving everyone dirty looks and puffing up nice and big, but no one could actually see her.
It was the thought that counted, right?
Sariel pulled out a chair for Seymour and then dragged another one around so that all three would face the stage.
Seymour sat, helping Day down into the seat in the middle.
Sariel took his place on the other side, and he smiled softly. It faded when he looked up and Dagobert grinned his way.
Seymour didn’t think angels were much on eating people like Day did, but the loathing in his expression indicated he would make an honest effort.
“Enjoy your evening.” Dagobert batted his eyes. “Please let me know if you need anything at all.”
“Thanks, much appreciated.” Seymour managed a polite smile.
Day hissed at Dagobert.
Dagobert scanned Seymour one last time, visibly shivered almost as if he’d sensed something, and then strolled off, fanning himself.
Seymour nudged Day’s shoulder. “Easy, lil’ girl. Everything’s all right.”
“I do not like that man.” Day pouted. “He was upsetting Sariel!”
“I appreciate your concern.” Sariel gave her a small pet. “I am perfectly fine. Do not worry.”
“If you’re sure…” Day frowned still.
“I am.”
“I can eat him.”
“I know.”
“Speaking of eating, uh, this place got food?” Seymour chuckled a bit. “That’s not, you know, people or for vampire people.”
“Yes.” Sariel glanced up as a redhead approached them. “He will provide a menu. The food here is quite delicious.”
“Do they have milk?” Day asked hopefully.
“I’ll ask, don’t worry,” Seymour promised her. “We’ll get ya’ a whole pitcher.”
“Hello! Uh, welcome to the Inferno,” the redhead said, blinking curiously at Seymour. “I’m Marcus and, uh, I’ll be taking care of you tonight!”
Huh.
Okay, this guy looked human, but…
“Vampire?” Seymour guessed. “Maybe some kinda shape-shifting gremlin?”
“Huh?” Marcus fumbled and dropped the menus. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You look human, but I know there probably ain’t no way. You okay?”
