There's a place where all sorts of demons and humans go called The Devil's Speakeasy, a bar where the humans have no idea that they are among monsters. When Y/N becomes a waitress there, she feels so strange, like something was off about the place...
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Releasing a loud yawn, I cover my lips behind my hand, balancing a bowl of F/C in the other as I left the kitchen to sit in the living room and watch TV, dressed in my finest... Pajamas. Look, I'm not about to bother dressing up when I have no place to be, especially this early in the morning.
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Making myself comfortable on the white sofa, I stuff a spoonful of cereal into my mouth and hold it there as I reached forward to grab the remote off the coffee table. Once it's in my hand, I place the bowl on my lap before flicking through the channels for something good to watch. After settling on a program, I lean back and continue eating peacefully until the bowl was empty. With nothing else to do today, I just continue watching whatever's on, feeling a teensy bit bored, until an unfamiliar commercial popped up.
It begins with footage of a dark stage with a single spotlight shining down on a microphone in the center. A familiar figure stands behind the mic, wearing The Devil's Speakeasy uniform and a grey fedora, quickly capturing my attention. Abruptly, the quiet ends when loud instrumentals blast through the speakers as the man began to sing.
