▪ Fallen Meets the Seven ▪

Part 1: Whiskey Impressions

"Screw the lot of them" I grumbled as I picked a peanut out of the shallow black bowl given courtesy from this drab bar. 

I had been through three of these peanut bowls, not even eating them just crushing them in my hand and dropping the crushed peanuts in my empty pint glass. One lager was all I had enough for; though you'd think that after the years of sobriety that heaven forces on you I should be getting hammered by now. 

My ears perked up when above the natural murmurs throughout the bar I heard a sound I hadn't heard since I was human, the sound of a thick glass bottomed shot glass sliding against the varnished oak of the bar counter. 

I thought it would stop at the broken-hearted girl crying at the bar a few seats away from me, god this bar is a sad sack of hopeless people, I was expecting some 'nice guy' to swoop in after she accepts the shot and try flirting with her saying he wants to show her how she should be treated, take this girl back to his place fuck her and sneak out before she wakes up, you know; page 12 of the douchebag handbook. But no, it stopped right in front of me and a man sat beside me and placed another shot which I was guessing was for himself. 

He turned my swivel bar stool towards him and I looked him up and down and I could already tell this guy was bad news, the formel angel alarm bells are ringing in my ears. 

The first thing I noticed was his eyes completely black every light of the neon signs o the bar reflecting in them  you couldn't tell what part of you he was looking at but you knew for definite he was looking at you not somthing to the side or behind you, you could feel it, the cold glare broken with a few blinks. These eyes were oddly paired with a cunning smirk that was drawing me in almost putting me in an unnatural trance. To stop this mesmerisation I let my eyes trail down to his neck where I saw his neck covered in lipstick smudges which had also printed onto the white collar of the suit he was wearing. Taking in this suit was surreal especially since this is supposed to be his first impression to me; his suit jacket wasn't tailored it hung ill on his shoulders, his tie knot was loose down to his mid-chest, the only buttons fastened were the bottom few of his untucked shirt which showed off his chiselled chest and top couple abs. He was a mess paired with his hair that looked like he'd woke up after a rough one night stand and didn't brush his hair. I went back to look at his face for a second look and god forbid if I was gay I would have pounced on him, for a guy he was attractive, it feels like a sin admitting it but it's good to be honest, right?

Every angel instinct in my body was telling me to walk away or move but my curiosity overtook all of that and I stayed.

"So, Mr stare-a -lot, Welcome to the dark side," He smirked and picked up the shot he slid over and pushed it into my fingers, then threw his to the back of his neck. 

The cheek of this guy; one, not introduce himself, two, make up some dumb nickname instead of asking for my real name, and three assuming I'm some lowlife being here. I listed to myself and took the shot to just to be polite I didn't want to waste it.

"My apologies, my fucking lord, I'm Austin Lust, I'm a demon and I didn't assume you were a lowlife because you're here but it is quite a step down from heaven now isn't it, and how would you like to introduce yourself?" He gave me a smug smirk, Who does this guy think he is reading my private thoughts like that?! fucking demons always reading minds thinking they're all smart..... Shit he would have heard that

"I'm Desmond Harp, I'm an ang-" I began to introduced myself before he spoke over me

"Former Angel," he chuckled

"Yes! okay former angel, rub it in go ahead," I rolled my eyes with a soft grumble "I got kicked down here for something so small but it happened and there's no getting back up there, up there where everything was clean, fresh-"

"Everything is done for you and you don't learn any way to survive on your own, you can't  find your own hobbies and instead you copy what every other angel does for fun, you have to listen to a list of stupid ass rules where you get kicked out when you slip up," He interrupted again

"Okay, the interrupting is getting on my nerves, but heaven is not as shit as this place," I argued

"Right, how about a deal?" He offered as the bartender handed him two more shots

"They said don't make a deals with the devil," I narrowed my eyes at him and he handed me another shot 

"I'm not the devil, he's my boss who lets his workers do and say whatever the fuck we want, sounds free don't it?" He smirked once more

"Whats this deal?" I asked avoiding his statement of freedom

"You, the fallen angel, come back to my apartment, with my roommates and we show you our ways of a good time, and see how you like the life of a demon?" He propsed lifting his drink up to me to clink my drink in acceptance

I looked at him scanning his features and my current situation before giving him my answer.