The night was horrible even to a demons standards, the wind wailing around the buildings whilst forcing the heavy droplets of rain to fall harder towards the earth. The streets swelled with water as the drains failed to pull it away as quickly as it fell. Ret's outfit was quickly growing heavier with each rushed step, his hands attempting to hold the front of his puffy ground length skirt off of the wet pavement. The man, currently dressed as a woman from the late 1800's period, needed to get out of this storm before it managed to blow his hood off his head and destroy not only the rest of his make-up but his wig as well. No, he couldn't have that.
The bright lights of a bar caught his attention and Ret thanked the higher demons that it was still open at this late hour. His chest heaved with relief as he stepped into the doorway, the rain suddenly giving way to the warm, musky environment within the aged bar. Ret lowered the hood of his cape, his natural styled make-up slightly faded from the storm but mostly intact. He ran a hand through his long blond wig, ensuring each strand was in place before he moved to take a seat at the bar. His deep blue layered skirt gave way to a intricately embroidered blue and black corset, giving the man the impression of having a womanly figure.
Ret flashed a smiled to the barkeep, not caring if anybody was keen enough to pick out that he wasn't actually a woman and stared at him strangely. It was their fault if they weren't confident enough to be beautiful! As his glass of whiskey was set before him the demon did an initial sweep of the near empty bar though finding no one of interest he turned back to the bar, focusing on sipping his drink and chasing the chill out of his bones.
The bright lights of a bar caught his attention and Ret thanked the higher demons that it was still open at this late hour. His chest heaved with relief as he stepped into the doorway, the rain suddenly giving way to the warm, musky environment within the aged bar. Ret lowered the hood of his cape, his natural styled make-up slightly faded from the storm but mostly intact. He ran a hand through his long blond wig, ensuring each strand was in place before he moved to take a seat at the bar. His deep blue layered skirt gave way to a intricately embroidered blue and black corset, giving the man the impression of having a womanly figure.
Ret flashed a smiled to the barkeep, not caring if anybody was keen enough to pick out that he wasn't actually a woman and stared at him strangely. It was their fault if they weren't confident enough to be beautiful! As his glass of whiskey was set before him the demon did an initial sweep of the near empty bar though finding no one of interest he turned back to the bar, focusing on sipping his drink and chasing the chill out of his bones.
