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Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

"O-oh..."Ellie exhaled in relief, burying her face in his shoulder, "Well...about when it's really real..." she murmured blushing slightly.
 
"The we'll handle it, if it happens," He told her with a forced smile, "But for right now, it's nothing to worry about." Vincent ran his fingers through her hair before getting up from the couch, content with knowing that everything was fixed to the best of his ability. He glanced over at the still visible color variation in the wooden floor, and chuckled a little. "I need to go downstairs and prepare the bar," He told her, "In case the Satyr's really do show up tonight."


Vincent began to head for the door, "Plus," He murmured in an amused tone, "I don't really trust Ollie to be alone down there with all the liquor."
 
Ase began having a verbal fight with what seemed to be an elf in her sleep, in her sleep
 
"Oh, don't remind me," Vincent shuddered, kicking the front door of his apartment closed after the witch had gotten out. After a second of thought, he reached into his front pocket and pulled out his keys, locking the door, "Just... in case things get a little wild tonight," He explained with a small shrug, before starting down the stairs, "Satyr's are known for two things, their love of war, and their love of alcohol. Those two things combined are not something I would wish to have in my home."


Emerging from the staircase and into the cafe, Vincent immediately headed over to his place at the bar, before beginning to wipe the counter down with the ever present rag he kept under the top. He didn't see Oliver anywhere though, and he raised an eyebrow at the sleeping angel, wondering if he should wake her. She was drooling on the bar.
 
Maria sighed sitting down next to Ase," Hun, wake up...Ase...Ase! wake up!!!" she was shaking the angel at this point, earning a giggle from Ellie as she watched the couple.
 
Oliver washed his mouth for the forth time before finally satisfied. The first time, he had used soap, and while the disgustingly sterile taste of the hand-soap had burned his tongue, it was still a much better alternative than the sickeningly sweet taste of the tea. He couldn't understand how Ellie had liked it so much, and he scrunched up his nose as the nausea returned to him. A soft meow from the doorway alerted him to the fact that he was being watched, and he turned around, smiling at the small kitten.


"Don't look at me like that," he said defensively, picking her up before rubbing his cheek against her head, "It's not my fault sugar taste like a deceased plum fairy."


Walking out into the cafe, he saw, to his surprise, that both Ellie and Buckley, along with the angel chick and Maria were all stationed at the bar. He dimply wondered where Akira had disappeared off to, and for a moment a twinge of his earlier panic began to bubble up in his chest, but it soon vanished as he remembered the fairy's frantic words from this morning. Deciding to just let it go, he skipped up to the bar, his shoes flashing madly.


"I would like one apple martini, please!" He chirped as he sat down, digging into his pocket and pulling out a couple of coins. How those had gotten there, he had no idea, but he assumed it had something to do with him pick-pocketing some poor sap in his previously drunken state. It had happened before. Buckley raised an eyebrow, but complied after a moment, and soon Oliver was treated to watching as the demon mixed the green, sour tasting drink.
 
" What are you? A 21 year old college girl?" Maria smirked as Oliver put in his order. Ellie flicked the pink hair witch lightly on the cheek, " Be nice," she simply said as Maria held her cheek pouting.
 
"Marie~" Ase whined still half asleep , when it came to whiskey Ase was better than Marie but she still got pretty wasted after a bottle.
 
"Nope!" Oliver chirped, wrapping his hands around his drink as the demon handed it to him, grinning down at the green liquid inside, "I'm a one hundred and twenty three year old imp male," he deadpanned, looking straight at the witch, his face emotionless, "Who happens to enjoy sour drinks that look like liquefied orge boogies." He held the drink up against the light, making the green color reflect against his pale face. He cracked a small grin, before bringing the drink to his lips, relishing in the taste.
 
Ase got up slowly muttering something under her breath as she did so. her hair was a mess after she got up "you know what Marie , i dont think this demon is any good for Estelle" she sighed looking over at the demon who was now drinking.
 
"of course i like estelle , she can be very difficult at times though but at the end of the day , yes i like her !" Ase said sternly her vision blurred and her speech slurred . "and im not letting any demon , especioully a succubus near that little bitch er..... witch!"
 
"three quarters of it ! and i would have gotten away with it all if it weren't for that meddling demon!" Ase said glaring daggers towards Vincent.
 
"You shouldn't call Estelle a bitch," Oliver said as Buckley rolled his eyes, "That's horrible, you bleached chicken!" The imp had been listening in on what the angel had been saying, and while it kind of hurt to have her talk about him that way, as if he weren't sitting right beside her, her jab at his friend annoyed him greatly. Oliver took another sip of his drink to try and mellow out a little, not really wanting to start something with the girl.


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Ase sighed hugging Marie "and now i have to go home and do paperwork!" the angel whined "and its not fair!"
 
Vincent waved off her apology with a small chuckle, "Don't worry, it's nothing I'm not used too. She used to be my assistant manager, remember? This is a common occurrence." He laughed, shaking his head at the drunken angel.
 
"i just want to sleep!" Ase whined again "but now when we get home i'll need to check for booby traps that the little witch has lay out!"
 
"but Marie~ she's been at home for more than four hours , she probably has the whole apartment rigged !" the angel cried.
 
"Why do you always think the worst of Estelle anyway?" Oliver asked the angel curiously, finishing up his drink. There wasn't nearly enough alcohol in the thing to even make him feel a slight buzz, but it worked as a mouth cleaner, and he could hardly feel the sweet taste of his failed tea attempt any longer. Oliver placed his glass on the counter grinning up at Vincent with puppy-dog eyes, before placing the last of his coins on the table. The demon sighed, but took the money and started on another drink for the insane imp.
 

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