Monster Project

2.Succubus

A cocked eyebrow made him flush in embarrassment.
"Really John?"
"Shut up!"
"I mean really, you could do so much bett-"
"I didn't ask for your opinion, Pearl!" Best friends Pearl and John stood in unison as they gazed through the dirty glass window into the 'Impress-o Espresso' café at a certain barista.
"He's not particularly cute, but I can see where you're coming from. He has freckles for days. And a cute butt. Definitely, I mean, look at it."
"You're vile."
Pearl chuckled and tapped him with her foot. "What's his name anyways? Are you gonna ask him out?~"
John grunted at the awkward question. "His name is Angel and I mean I want to, because he's a really awesome guy and he'll write little notes on my cup when he serves me."
"Ooh, like what, Johnny?" Her voice was sickly sweet and racked his anxious nerves even more.
"Like, 'I hope you have a nice day' or, 'I'm happy to be your barista.' And Angel'll put little smiley faces after it."
"John, in my existence of 1,456 years, I have never heard of an employee being that nice to a costumer. Ever."
Her motivation did its trick, but worry still clouded his better judgement. "But what if it's miscommunication? Or he's just being really friendly, or has a girlfr-"
Pearl groaned in annoyance, interrupting to stop his current train of thought. "John."
"What?"
"Do it."
One, giant breath from John signaled he was ready, and Pearl slapped him on the back for reassurance. "Do it. And if he says yes, I'll pay for your first date."
"And if not?"
"We can always watch Netflix and eat ice cream after your sore rejection, as you cry into my bosom and I coo into your ear that it's alright, and that you'll find another dork to go out with."
"What 'bosom'?" John walked inside with an angry-faced Pearl tailing behind. Kicking his ankle in retaliation, she was able to claim an abandoned table close to the counter to observe the upcoming scene. She sat down and pretended to be preoccupied by a phone call, Pearl's eyes glued to her friend.
He was in a small line, third to his impending doom.
"Next!" Angel called out. Two. Two to his impending doom. On any other day the line would take about 10 minutes to reach him. Why it decided to speed up in this moment in particular, he declared witchcraft. Or the work of a demon.
"Next!" John closed his eyes and tried to remain calm. This was excruciating, never before had he experienced something this brutal. He fiddled with his fingers immensely to keep distracted and it worked.
Mostly.
"Next!" This was it. John stepped forward and smiled the best he could, hoping it hid all signs of his anxiety.
"Can I help you si- hey it's John! How ya been, buddy?" Angel's smile relaxed him the slightest.
John shrugged boredly. "Same old, same old. Got a new gig at a small club nearby, which has got me pretty psyched. What about you?"
"Just moved out of my dorm and got a small apartment near my campus. Anyway, what can I get you today?"
"I actually have to ask you something, Angel."
"Really now? What is it?"
As he was about to react, John chickened out. "Never mind, it was stupid. I was just going to ask directions to Daisy's Book Barn, but I remembered the route. Can I get a chocolate cream latte?"
Angel frowned, seemingly to be disappointed. "Alright. That'll be $2.45." John paid before going over to Pearl's table.
"I'm going to rip your balls off! What the fresh hell was that?!" Pearl's harsh whispers sounded louder then they needed to be as she pulled him down.
"I'm sorry! It's not exactly the easiest thing for me to do! Get my coffee when it's done, I'll be in the bathroom."
"Weak meat sack." Pearl mouthed to him as they shared one last look.
John entered the small bathroom and went straight to the sinks. He roughly cleansed his face with water and cheap soap, looked at his reflection for a few seconds, and finished by drying his face on the sandpaper they called paper towels.
He left and as soon as he left, he noticed Pearl standing outside. A step before he was about to leave the small shop, Angel stopped him.
"Bye John, have a good day!" He seemed extremely joyful unlike before.
"Bye Angel! You too!"
He grabbed the coffee from her grasp when he noticed bright pink lip marks at the opening.
"Did you take a sip?"
"More around half, but yes." John shook the small cup around, and did discover it was already half empty.
"Pearl! It was a small!"
"I got you something to make up for it." Out pulled her hand from her pocket with a small slip of paper held between two fingers.
John's eyes nearly popped out of his head as his hand nearly ripped the note grabbing it from her. Upon examination, it was a phone number. "How'd you get this?!"
"Simple, I told him you were a scared little weanie, too afraid to ask for your number and he gladly gave it to me."
He rolled his eyes. "Tell me you didn't word it like that."
No response.
"Fine. Have the rest of my coffee if you want as thanks." She snatched the styrofoam cup from his hand and downed the rest in one gulp.
John couldn't help but make a comment. "You're atrocious."
"You're welcome."

A/N: I'm proud of this one, for how long it is because I expected it to be really short. I know there are no real succubus shenanigans in here, but I read this section on Wikipedia where this man was helped by one and achieved a high stance in the Catholic church and I drew inspiration from that. But if some people are interested, I will write a one shot separate from this series on how they met. I hope you enjoyed! :D