LOVINO AMORE
Lovino Amore glared as a bunch of giggling twenty somethings made their way out of the shop at the end of another long day. They were apparently familiar with his familyās dating company and had spent the entire time they were in the shop giggling and asking him ridiculous questions about cupids or telling him sob stories about their pathetic dating lives. Heād been tempted to dump a love potion in their drink and point them at the nearest bum but he was trying to work on his temper. Besides the two old witches who ran the place had enough to deal with without him adding another reason for the CMI to come sniffing around.
Still all that bullshit was exactly the reason he was against the whole monster and human community integrating thing. He had enough issues trying to get monster to take him seriously he didnāt need to add being hounded by selfish or bored humans to the mix. As it was every time he met people like that he had to fight the urge to curse them as it brought back the entire reason he had left Heartstrings in the first place. All that bullshit about true love had been annoying but he was a cupid for the gods sake, and he grew up with two of the biggest empty headed romantics on the planet. His twin and elder sister really believed in their job as āambassadors of true loveā or whatever the shit they were calling it now. Lovino thought it was horseshit and worse that the greedy people of the world were taking advantage of his less intelligent siblings.
It got to the point where he couldnāt take it anymore and he quit. Working at Cauldron Cakes might not be a perfect job, sadly he still dealt with peopleās rampant stupidity on a daily basis, but it was a lot more tolerable than Heartstrings. At least here when he got pissed he just went in the back and cooked up some nice baked goods until he cooled off.
But it was closing time and he was in no mood to brood at his house for a few hours so he decided to head on down to the Black Dog for a quick drink to unwind before heading home. Hopefully things would be rather tame today and he wouldnāt be tempted to use any less-than benign magic on anyone and get kicked out again. It had happened a month ago when some ass wouldnāt take ānot interested not move your faceā for an acceptable answer. Lovino was still not sorry for making him fall madly in love with a lamp post but his parole officer had been less than pleased and the owner of the Black Dog hadnāt appreciated him punching the guy in the face prior to enchanting him either.
With that slightly uplifting thought in mind he finished cleaning the counters in tables of Cauldron Cakes, returned his apron, and locked up the shop as he made his way out into the night. He was wearing a nice pair of loafers, some black slacks, and a rather fetching blue shirt. The outfit made him look a little more upscale than strictly necessary for the homey little shop he worked at but he refused to lower his standards of dress just because he spent most of his days baking or waiting tables.
It didnāt long for him to make his way to the outskirts of Arcane Towne and his favorite bar. He did see a handful of kids outside in the midst of what seemed to be some kind of werewolf falling out. He snorted to himself at the stupidity of the youth before sidestepping neatly and entering the bar. He was not the kind of guy to stick his nose where it wasnāt needed and he avoided fighting as much as possible. Mostly because his best means of defending himself were all unfortunately āillegal and dangerous uses of magicā. So best to stay out of whatever was going on. Although once inside he did catch sight of someone who probably would want to know about the scuffle outside. His parole officer was sitting tucked away and after placing a quick order of Dionysisā Delight at the bar, he strolled over to her with his usual snarky smile in place.
āChilling out after a long day of dealing with delinquents and ignorant asses I see, Kalli. Hate to be the one to but speaking of ignorant asses there's a whole pack of the furry and fleabitten variety out front who seem to be having some kind of stupid pissing contest.ā He said sliding into the seat across from her as he carelessly indicated to the front of the bar.