It was the early AM on a saturday morning, Sock kissed his boyfriend on the forehead and made his way to the graveyard. He stood over his grave and descended into the sorting chamber and walked down to hell. The demon walked towards his employers office, just to check in, but as he approached the door he smelled something vaguely familiar.
As soon as Sock opened the door to the office he was immediately confronted with smoke and the strange smell. His boss was smoking marijuana.
His suit jacket was off and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned and wrinkled. He was leaning back in his chair and had his bare feet up on his desk.
"Mephistopheles?" Sock asked, moving closer to the deity.
"Sock?" He responded, joint still in his mouth.
"What's going on here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Why are you smoking weed?"
"Well I don't drink, I gotta do something to relieve the stress of the renovations."
"Well I know that you're stressed but-"
"Maybe you're right Sowachowski,"
Sock looked confused.
"We might not need to renovate this place after all. I mean it is one hell of a joint!" He finished followed by 2 minutes of giggling and a disappointed look from Sock.
"You realize you're responsible for billions of souls, right?" Sock said, watching his employer inhale the smoke,
As he exhaled he said, "Of course I know that, I mean, why else would I be considered a high deity?" This was followed with 3 minutes of giggling.
"Meph-" Sock began.
"Hey, you're earthbound can you get me Doritos?'
"YOU CAN'T EVEN EAT!"
"So?"
Sock just sighed.
"Mephistopheles, how many did you smoke?"
"I don't know, I can't count that high."
The next 4 minutes were filled with immature giggling and the demon was on the verge of snapping.
"Oh my god Meph!"
The devil's eyes widened.
"Don't tell her!"
"Who?"
"Providence, she'll be so disappointed."
"Maybe you should have thought of that before you started smoking."
"Well maybe you could try, that Combs kid looks like a stoner."
"Well he's not."
"That's a shame. Hey speaking of that guy,"
Sock sweated nervously.
"I don't mean to be blunt but you need to do your job…" he began talking about Jonathan but his speech turned to giggling again.
Sock was so done with him he just left. Slamming the door behind him he made the small journey and returned to Jonathan's house.
Jonathan was awake now and was surprised when Sock arrived.
"Why do you smell like marijuana?" The teen asked.
"You have NO idea." The demon responded.