Snippet #1994469

Demos lazily strolled into the bar, his cloak hiding his whole body from the sun since it was day. He let out a heavy sigh and removed his cloak once he was behind the counter before getting started on cleaning the place up before the place open at 10. He grunted, he liked his job, it was the humans he couldn't stand. They always wanted to talk and get drunk. Which mad them loud, and which makes him snap at everyone. He had a reputation for being "a major dick" as some people call him, but that strangely doesn't keep the lonely, drunk woman from trying to get him to take them home. He had wiped down the counters and had started to clean the glasses which took most of the time, being there millions of different cup in a thousand different shapes and sizes. His grey eyes scanned over the bar that seemed to attract A LOT of people at night and was reminded of his last victim. "Hm, for a man he was quite a screamer." she said to himself in the empty bar, running a hand through his white hair.