DoomPet

Chapter 49

After a few hours of chit chat and conversation, they made plans to go to a fancy restaurant the next day. The Slayer and marauder spent the whole day relaxing with Daisy and finally getting into the groove of their new life. Later that evening the robot came over and brought the two down to his favorite restaurant and bar called Summer's. He was hungry, his fancy nervous system needed far more energy than he would have expected, and it would keep the two out of trouble for tonight.

The bar held a close place in his heart. He had spent plenty of time in it when the two of them were nearly dying. It was quiet and had little private rooms, separated by thick red curtains. Samuel would drink himself silly more than he would like to admit. Luckily, he was able to flush the alcohol out of his brain on command to free himself from hangovers. A bonus of his robotic body.

They were in a private room huddled around a circular booth. The Slayer and Crüe on one side of the both and Samuel on the other. Daisy was at home. She had claimed the second bed in the bedroom and was making a nest for her children on it. Plus the bar had a strict "No gargoyles" policy after Daisy broke in and ate every steak out of the freezer during a Friday night rush. Honestly it might have just been a "No Daisy" policy because they had a photo of her taken from the security cameras printed and posted by the door saying "DO NOT LET THIS LITTLE TERRORIST INSIDE."

Samuel was sipping a beer. It was an odd sight to see such a futuristic robot drinking something you'd see your local drunk guzzling every night. He knew it was bad, all empty calories, plus he needed to stay alert to keep an eye on Crüe and the Slayer, but it comforted him.

Across the table Crüe was also indulging in unhealthy habits, thinking about Marty and chain smoking a pack of cigarettes. The whole booth would fill up with smoke when the demon exhaled.

The Slayer sat looking over the menu, deciding what looked good to eat and trying to ignore how badly the smoke smelled.

They were all so excited to go to an actual restaurant, but now they all had quieted down a great deal, withdrawn into their alcohol and cigs. After a few minutes, Samuel finished his drink.

"So how was your walk?" Samuel spoke up, breaking the silence. "I got a dozen notifications from people who spotted you. They were excited to see a demon that wasn't trying to kill them."

Crüe looked up, startled out of his thoughts. "Oh I hope they didn't see me get attacked by a swarm of pigeons." A little laugh escaped him.

The Slayer, who was still perusing the menu, chuckled, "The great marauder got attacked by pigeons?"

"I did." He nodded solemnly and leaned his head on the man's shoulder, looking up at him, "Nearly picked my bones clean." He held the cigarette out so the Slayer wouldn't have to breathe in the smoke, but it just drifted down into his face anyways.

The PDA was too much. Samuel groaned, "You're both idiots I can see why you fell for each other. How they hell do you even get attacked by pigeons? Only you could have such a thing happen to you, Crüe."

He sat back up, moving away from the Slayer and took a long draw from his cigarette before he spoke that foul beast's name, "It was Marty. He said he feeds them all the time so they follow demons. I guess he saw me getting harassed and decided to step in."

"So did you guys talk?" The Slayer put his hand on the demon's leg under the table, far beyond Samuel's glaring optic.

"Yeah he walked around the whole lake with me and talked. I still don't know how I feel about him. He even apologized to me." He shuffled, trying to get comfortable on the way too squishy seat, "He knows we are together."

The Slayer stiffened and felt a bit of anger run through him, "How?!"

"Two beds in our room and only one was unmade." Crüe leaned back in the booth, "Then he said he regretted the whole trying to murder me thing. Then, he said that Mez betrayed him afterwards so he had to kill her."