You dig out your wallet. "How much for a cola?"
"You're fucking dating Roxxie, man." Says the demon, chittering with amusement. "She and her pack of shitheads are practically fucking family. So first one's free." They retreat through a door behind the counter and return with a tall, paper cup full of soda, straw and all. "Just the first one, though. We ain't a fucking charity."
You thank the demon and accept the free drink. Somehow, the lack of payment makes it sweeter.
Sipping your drink and standing at the counter, you watch as the surrounding demons go about their lives. It's still surprising just how human they behave. Parents watch over their children, children laugh and cry and make messes, and friends and lovers share laughter and food just like any average person. You feel creepy demon watching like this, so you turn your attention back to the serving demon.
"So Roxanne's a regular here, yeah?" You ask them as they scoop vanilla from a carton.
"Fuck yeah." They say, calm and neutral. "She and her fuck buddies come shitting up the place whenever they fucking feel like it. It's a fucking wonder they aren't all fat as shit, honestly."
"So she should be here soon, right?"
They smile unpleasantly, their mandibles tapping against their teeth in a way that makes your skin crawl. "In a hurry to get your dick wet?"
You sputter into your drink.
"No!" You say a little too quickly and loudly. Thankfully, none of the demons pay you any attention. "I mean--"
They laugh, and it sounds like a cat being strangled. "Fuck me! We got us a bonafide demon fucker!"
You blush and cast around, looking to make sure no one is staring. This crowd must be used to these kinds of antics because no one has spared you or the foul-mouthed demon a glance.>UPDATE 1