“Jesus fucking Christ almighty.”
“Is upstairs!” Drew yelled.
“Okay, and then you put your hands on your hips . . .”
The crowd of demons in front of Drew all put their hands, claws, or talons on their hips, except for one, who just looked confused.
“Maybe you could put your appendages on the part between your thorax and your abdomen?” Drew suggested.
This demon didn’t seem able to talk, or whatever crazy translation thing was going on here didn’t translate to English, but they chirped happily and their pincers moved to that area.
“Awesome! Now we shake our hips and yellHeyyyyyy! Macarena!”
“Drew, come on. It’s time to go and get some sleep,” Andras said, taking his elbow and trying to guide him towards the stairs.
“Sorry, can’t!” Drew pulled free of his grasp and skipped away. “Imdugud is gonna show me his new pin feathers!”
“Fuck!”
“She didn’t!” Drew gasped, clutching at his chest as the old demon opposite him wiped tears from his eyes. His tears were kind of gummy and a colour that Drew hadn’t seen on Earth before, but they were definitely tears.
“Aye, she did,” the demon confirmed. “With my own mother.”
“I am so sorry, Paimon, that you went through that,” Drew said earnestly. “Do you need a hug? We can hug it out.”
More tears leaked from Paimon’s eyes, and he nodded before reaching out with his six arms and hugging Drew fiercely.
Andras slammed back the last of his liquor and held up his glass. “Another! And keep them coming!”
“So everyone thought you were just friends?” a tiny demon asked, all three eyes wide as she looked at Drew with rapt attention.
He nodded emphatically. “Yep. And at that point, wewere. In fact, we’d only met a couple of days before then.”
“But you wanted him?” Furcas asked, stroking his long white beard.
“Fuck yeah,” Drew exclaimed. He sighed dreamily. “He’s so hot.”
The three eyed demon—who had refused to give Drew her name—bounced in her seat. “So, what happened? Did you get together?”
“Yep! That night. He danced dirty with me until I came in my pants and then he licked me clean.”
Furcas covered his mouth. “Oh!” he gasped. “That’ssoromantic!”
“Can’t you keep him under control?” Andras moaned to Leila as he watched Drew happily stand against the wall while a drunk demon demonstrated his knife-throwing skills.
Leila rolled over onto her back, showing off her fluffy belly.Bok.
Andras threw his hands in the air. “Ugh, what use are you?”
Bok.
His brow furrowed as he stared at the familiar. “You didn’t even eat any of Drew’s meal. How the fuck are you drugged when you didn’t ingest it?”
Bok!
“I’m guessing what happens to Drew reflects onto you?” Andras mused.
Leila started to rub her feathers over the tabletop as she did when taking a dust bath. Unfortunately, there was no dust on the table, just spilled beer. Andras picked her up, her feathers soggy against his palm. From across the room came a shout of glee as a knife landed between Drew’s legs. He sighed. “Zachariel is really going to kill me,” he muttered.
