Frankly, You're Terrible

Sharpe's eyes continued to glint in anticipation of screwing with Frank. Doing it with another demon was even better. They continued to drift along above the ground, traveling alongside Maddie. The concentration of using some kind of magic wasn't a difficult thing to recognize, although Sharpe obviously didn't know what she was doing for sure. Not that it mattered a great deal, as whatever it was would be great as long as Frank got was coming. Without injury, hopefully.

The lack of a reflection didn't really catch their attention much but Sharpe grinned when she told them that their stealth would be assured. It made things so much more amusing if Frank didn't know who or what was causing it. He might even just chalk it up as a hallucination or drunken nightmares. "Pretty sure screaming at him won't do too much but ol' sloppy stumbly over there will never see us coming. You got any limits for how much you can use your magic? I swear some of the people here have such arbitrary limits on their stuff."

Sharpe led the way slightly now that they were cloaked in illusion magic. They were certain Frank was close. And sure enough as they rounded a corner the drunken idiot was visible. Stumbling along holding an empty bottle clad in the paper bag still in his hand. The very one whose contents were currently still dampening the Imp's fine robes. "Should we give him a message in a bottle? Namely that he's dumb as shit for still carrying that thing around like it's an alcoholic's divining rod."

Sharpe listened carefully to Maddie's description of her abilities, but knew it was far better to see how it worked on people than just hear about it. At least she didn't have dumb limits like only working on shadows or not working on the pure of heart or some other bullshit. Not that anything about Frank was pure.

Did the imp's eyes glow brighter in anticipation for what was about to happen? No, it had to just be the way Sharpe turned to grin widely as Maddie took their idea and ran with it. They could practically feel the plotting going on in the young demon's head.

Sharpe drifted nearer to Frank to get a better look as the man paused and curiously looked around. Not realizing at first that the bottle was the 'source' of the sound. In his dulled state it took a solid 30 seconds to notice the vibrations coming from the bottle, and then he did exactly what was predicted. The man stupidly brought the lip of the bottle up to his eye and stared inside.

Frank spluttered and yelled as he was apparently assaulted by a torrent of cheap beer. He flung the bottle aside but it failed to shatter and just rolled around. Not that he could even see in anymore with the drowning flow of amber liquid blinding him. He coughed and choked and finally crashed into a couple trashcans as he curled up into a ball and tried alternately to cover his face with his hands and hold up a metal trashcan lid as a shield. Nothing was working and he was filled with panic.

Sharpe had fallen over backwards in mid-air laughing evilly at the misfortune of Frank. But then they stopped and their ragged eyes widened slightly as they realized Frank was about to summon them.

"Sharpe, to me- i'm under attack," Frank coughed and mumbled out. It was fake and he wasn't in danger, but Sharpe had no choice but to be summoned to the man. With the sound of metal scraping against metal Sharpe popped out of existence where they were.... and reappeared a couple feet closer to Frank. Hovering above him practically.

With a loud sigh of sheer annoyance, both real and played up for the ruse, Sharpe leaned down to rap hard on the metal trashcan lid with a claw. "Hey dumbass, there's no one here. Or is this great foe of yours that empty bottle over there. Oh please, let me vanquish this mighty foe for you o great wielder of mine." The sarcasm flowing thickly though their words as inside they were ecstatic. Between Maddie making illusions and Sharpe playing things 'straight' it would positively drive Frank insane.

The man crawled to his feet, rubbing at his head where the loud banging on the lid had been, and looked fearfully at the perfectly normal bottle. Harmless and inert. As Frank turned his back on Sharpe the imp made a motion like pulling a cloak over themself towards Maddie. The man wasn't really in danger so Sharpe could 'leave' him again after being summoned.

Sharpe grinned at Maddie as soon as they were again concealed by illusions undeterred by the summoning. It was annoying but Sharpe was quite used to it. An acceptance borne out of necessity since Sharpe was able to be summoned by their wielder at any time and for any whim.

"You've got it. If he doesnt think he's in a fight he probably won't summon me much. Unless you show him an untapped leg or... or he has trouble opening a bottle or..." Sharpe trailed off before they got to any more embarrassing uses for a sword.

The imp floated back towards Maddie to watch with delight as Frank was further toyed with. Cackling as the man walked face first into a stack of pallets. Which only furthered the illusion since they were rough and wooden. "Well, that's number one already," Sharpe replied as they followed the bumbling drunk. Frank was flailing his arms around to try to keep from walking into things now.

Frank banged a finger right into a wall in his flailing, probably spraining it. He groaned in pain and was just about to try using the wall to guide him when Maddie's next trick set in.

Sharpe turned their head curiously and watched as Frank began screaming and scrabbling around like he was falling. But he wasn't falling at all. Between the sensory dissonance and the heavy load of alcohol in his system he couldnt process what was happening. The man slipped and fell down, losing the contents of his stomach immediately.

Sharpe's malicious glee slipped into disgust as the imp thought about how gross that was going to be when Frank returned to the apartment. Of course he would drunkenly land in said puddle.

"Oh great. Well, at least its out here and not on the carpet. I don't have to clean the alley. Just that sorry bag of vomit and booze called Frank." Sharpe quipped as they drifted in closer again.

Frank looked around at the mud, terrified and scrambled to his feet as quickly as his uncoordinated drunk ass could manage. Only to find his shoes stuck and the sensation of being enveloped by mud haunting him.

Sharlet floated down and stealthily cut the laces on his shoes after a moment. The sudden freedom of his feet send Frank sprawling again as Sharpe cackled.

"How much you wanna bet he ends up walking home barefoot after this?" Sharpe asked Maddie.