@summerlovedfm from this:
Asmodeus gave a wide toothy grin, the smile lighting up his whole face. “Lucky guess, or maybe I’m just really good at reading people.” A small shrug followed as he slid his body onto the stool that had previously been occupied by her reason for needing a drink. “I saw that asshole from over there,” he pointed across the room, toward the other bar area. “It looked like he was giving you a hard time…hence needing a drink.”
“It’s…uh…I’m not sure. Strong. Sweet. Probably toxic, who knows? That bartender over there made it when I said you looked like you could use one. He said you would be happy. I’m Chaewon, by the way, but my friends call me Asmo. You can call me whatever you’d like.” Flirting was as natural as breathing for Asmodeus; he was, after all, a Prince of Lust. Still, he liked to play it coy. “What’s your name? And what did the guy that was here before me do to piss you off, so I know not to do that?”










