nightlife was one of the many reasons doyle chose to stay around earth. something about watching people become wasted and self-destructive settled well with him. maybe it was the whole wicked of it all (as he was the one who sold the alcohol and encouraged more drinking), or maybe just the amusement. when you had been around as long as him, you learn to hold your own liquor to watch the show.
yet, the demon’s attention was drawn away from the group of people around him at the bar when he saw zelda. “there she is.” a giant smile now perched across his lips. “pulchritudo mundi!” he exclaimed loudly. an arm left from around someone leaning on him for support to hold out a hand for her to take. “i’m glad you could join us.” @zeldavand









