Snippet #2331864

Devan smiled and thanked the beautiful waitress for retrieving his order before she had left. There, he began to focus on eating his soup. It was a strange flavor, one he was not too used to. In all honesty, Miso Soup was the only name of any Japanese dish he knew about, which is why he ordered it. He knew they ate tuna and other stuff, but knew not the name, nor cared much for fish in the first place. Thusly, he was surprised he did not necessarily hate the dish before him.

*Smack*

Devan's head rose from his dish and to the sound that had entered his ears. He hated such a sound, because it was skin-on-skin contact which made the sound. This was confirmed when he saw a disgusting-looking biker that had locked lips with the unwilling waitress who had just served Devan himself.

He had probably made the biggest mistake in his life, that biker.

Devan stood up, much in contrast to the rest of the patrons of the cafe when the biker called everyone out. There would probably be a chance he would have feared the biker if he had known the tail was real, and that he was a demon, but he did not. To Matthews, that biker was scum of the Earth, but just a human being too. It was always these guys that angered him more than anything else could.

"I will." he answered the biker, calmly. "If you don't leave right this moment, at least. You've hit a woman and demanded something of her that you are not allowed to. You may leave this place without any further trouble" he offered, though he knew and wanted the man to resist. "Or I may show you the door myself. Either way, please don't insult that woman again, nor should I see you touch her."

(Guess you got control of the biker :3)