@basedefective
Hanten was drinking outside the bar, seeing as she was kicked out. This wasn’t exactly uncommon, but for once she was kicked out not due to violence, but because they wouldn’t serve her anymore.
If she were human, she’d be dead. She lost count on how many she drank, but its enough to know that she can’t actually count anything as she is now. Anten’s still inside, too busy drinking his own humility away in a much less heavy manner.
“Fuckin’ lousy white hair sonuva bitch an’ his shitty white hair...FUCK.” The demon grumbled, drooling like an idiot. She sat up and sighed, lighting her lighter to go and light a cigarette, but ended up breathing at the flame and blasted her hand with the flame like a flamethrower.
“Ow.” She held her burned hand, thankful for her thick scales that protected her hand from third degree burns.
Sighing, she looked at the stars and sniffed the air. Smells like a misogynistic piece a’ shit. “Whaddya want.” She didn’t bother looking down, eyes tracing constellations.