Storm and silence fanfic - When a woman plays

The devil is an angel

This honestly looked like a bad idea. 

A bad...tempting idea.

 As I froze in a brief dilemma, a small angel dressed in a teeny weeny white dress, appeared on my right side. She looked like a mini me, her face mirrored mine. The angel twirled around gracefully for a second before warning me with that usual little voice in my head;

"No Lily, you shouldn't do it. It'll end with consequences, and you might seriously get hurt. A lady, shouldn't do this."

I snarled at it. Why would it bring up the L word? I glanced between the angel and the numerous sets of male eyes, that stared at me.

"Who are you?" I silently questioned. 

"I'm your inner angel Lily."

I was baffled. Hold on, I? had a little angel in me?

Then poof, right beside it, on the left side, another thing appeared. This time, it was a little devil Lily, with tiny red horns, a tail, and she was dressed all red.

I liked this one better, it looked less cutesy and elegant, and appeared to be more dangerous.

"Don't listen to her, Lily." The devil started with the same voice.

"You need to prove to those men that women can do anything, and that you can beat them at their own game!" It shouted at me while pointing its tiny hell staff at the center of my forehead.

"Are you sure you can do this little girl? Why don't you sit back and let the real men show you how it's done." Said an annoying ugly man. A few of his friends laughed with him in agreement. I wanted to grab that little hell staff from the floating little devil and shove it down his-

"Lily no. You should be a good girl and go home." Interrupted the tiny angel Lily. 

I really don't think it was my angel.

"No Lily, feminism. Prove that women can do better." Argued my little devil with a devilish smile. She was my real angel.

"Lily don't." Cried the impostor angel.

"Feminism. Feminism." 

"No don't do it. No don't do it." They both chanted at the same time.

"Well Miss Linton?" Asked the man in front of me, as if waiting for me to back out, waiting with a half devious and half arrogant smile. Ha, sucks for him, he might look devious, but I'm the ifrit, and this ifrit's gonna show him that women are better than men.

Then I chugged the huge pint of beer and downed a second one right after, as every men in sight, roared with shock, and cheered with astonishment. Just to prove my point...and nothing else. I definitely did not do it because I also thought that alcohol was amusing or anything it was really definitely for surely just to prove a point...yeah... 

The man in front of me had a priceless look on his pretty boy face. His mouth was open so wide that you could fit an entire cannon ball in it. The old smelly men around me were either clapping, yelling, or going crazy. The bartender behind the counter started tearing up, as if he had seen the most beautiful scene of his life. The other bartender, looked at me in utter disgust, as if he just witnessed a crime scene.

"What'chu lookin at? U want sum...? Huh...Mate?" I threatened him while waiting for all the nasty tasting beer to go down. Geez, men really had bad taste in general. But after a few seconds, the beer started feeling good, as if it made my stomach happy. 

I looked back to the man in front of me, who clearly, didn't have bad taste in clothes.

In fact, for a man, his clothes were decent. And his face was...what was it again?