"Alright ๐๐ช๐ง๐๐ช๐ง, if you think I do it because I like you then you would be surprised how easily I can replace you. As you said, there a thousands of us."
She shrugged. Maybe she just want to see how he react.
โ oh come on! there are thousands of demons in Hell, many of which would get just as if not more angry at you for saying such things! and yet, you keep crawling back to me. โ
"It's fun to see how angry you get, or how annoyed by the nickname I gave you. In fact it entertains me in this boredom of eternity."
She spoke and smirked. He doesn't scare her at all.
he smirks, reaching forward to cup her chin with his hand somewhat roughly.
โ it won't make any difference what I say, you'll still keep doing it. I know you get some sick satisfaction out of frustrating me. โ
"Shall I call you darling or love? Hm how about amore? I could call you as I call everyone else."
She sips her drink, blue eyes fixed on him. She leaned over the table just a bit.
"Or I ceep calling you paper boy." maybe she murmur it on purpose.
โ a more targeted one though. bet you don't call other demons that. โ
downs one more glass of whiskey. oh yeah, he was really starting to feel it now.
โ oh get a hold of yourself. it's just a passive pet name. you're not special. โ
he smirks, pouring them each another glass of whiskey. he really wasn't messing around about the alcohol.
"you do realise I'm barely in hell right?"
She raised a eyebrow. Of course none would notice that they're gone.
The waitress came over with a bottle of whiskey and glasses.
โ good enough excuse. I doubt Hell will notice if we're gone for one night. โ
fuck it. he throws his hand up and turns towards the bar.
โ oi! get us a bottle of whiskey, would ya?! โ
โ I'm trying to do something 'nice'. the least you could do is drop that stupid nickname. โ
he huffs, before picking up his own glass and raising it.
โ cheers. โ