The only real way of capturing a demon was through magic or holy power, so we were either going to find a witch, warlock, or a member of the clergy. I...hoped it was the latter, but given that Eros had disappeared almost 70 years ago, if the person who had captured him was still alive, that probably meant magic. Or they were really really old and decrepit, in which case I was good with that too. I was a lover, not a fighter.We decided to play it stealthy, and Demie used her shapeshifting ability. They turned out to be a very hospitable bunch. I spent a pleasant afternoon talking bikes and drinking beer until dinner. Consequently I was a little 'happy' when I returned to the Motel. The 'wheelie' past the office may have caught 'snoopy's' attention or the donut outside the cabin. But it was the Show Director who came to see me."Tone it down a bit, we got a cheap deal here, don't get us thrown out." Right."I took another beer from my pack and rolled another cigarette. 'Fuck them' I. He now walked up to the selective scotch drinker, put a glass down in front of him and asked: “What do you think of this?”The scotch expert took a sip of the golden liquid and spat it out violently on the bar. “That’s disgusting!” he said. “It tastes like piss!”“It is,” replied the old drunk. “Now tell me how old I am.A man walked into a bar and said to the bartender: “Give me a beer before the arguments start.”The bartender poured him a beer.A couple of minutes later, the man said again: “Give. "No distractions." "Sorry about that," she said handing it over, "He never seems to take a minute off." You poor thing, I hope I never worked you that hard." He said with a hint of a growl in his voice placing her bag in the bottom of the closet. "No, I have been very lucky with all my bosses." They drank their drinks quickly, stealing lingering glances. He stood up and kicked off his shoes, opening the top two buttons on his shirt at the same time. She looked him up and down again, she was.