"Place the vessel on the mat." Said Gladys, in her usual dull tone. Amber smiled and shrugged with no vessel in hand. "Gladys, are you doing anything later?" She asked, hooking her thumbs in her front jean pockets. Gladys tilted her head and quirked her lips into a suspicious smirk. "No. Why?" Gladys questioned dryly, leaning on the counter.

"I don't know. I just figured I'd invite you to The Brick House with me for a beer after you get off work." Amber smiled casually. "But if you don't want to go, I understand. You're busy with your… demon-stuff." Amber attempted to turn around and leave, but before she could, Gladys sighed. "Wait. I'm not busy, so I guess… we could get a beer later." She almost rolled her eyes at herself.

Amber smirked and turned back to face her. "Good. I'll pick you up after work then?"

"5:00" Gladys nodded.

Amber smiled and left the line.

As she exited the DMV and headed for her car, she saw the Devil standing next to it.

She sighed as she made her way over. The Devil smiled and clapped. "Good job. Step one; set the trap. Accomplished." He gave his reaper a thumb up.

Amber paused in front of her car. "Whoop de-do?" She scoffed, unlocking her car and getting in.

The Devil sat next to her. "You know, you did a lot better than I thought you would for a first try." He said, gesturing his hands as he talked.

"It's not like I haven't done this before. I've spent practically my whole life working at people. I damn well better be good at it by now." Amber shoved the key into the ignition and twisted it until the car started up with a loud purr.

"It takes a lot of guts to stab a friend in the back. Especially in a situation like this. Have you no heart?" The Devil laughed devoutly.

"Oh please. We aren't that close. Not close enough for me to consider her my friend anyway."

"Ah, I see. Then I'm sure you won't object to another favor I'm about to ask you?" The Devil arched his brow and looked at her awaiting a response.

Amber let her head fall back onto the headrest when they stopped at a red light. She exhaled and turned to face him.

"What?"

The Devil beamed, clasping his fingers together on his lap.

"What?" Amber repeated.

"If you find that Gladys has been… going behind my back, which I'm sure you will, I want you to call me immediately." Lucifer handed her a small card, with a number written on the back.

"This is my private, and I do mean private, cell phone number. You are not to give it out under any circumstances. I don't care if somebody is holding a welding gun to your face, I forbid you to give it out."

Amber seemed to be at a slight shock when he handed her his cell phone number.

"Now, see… I had given my old number to Sam a while back, but he went behind me and gave it to a group of demons who were working on destroying me. I can't let that happen again, now can I?"

Amber shook her head, studying the small card.

"If I find that you've given this out, consequences will happen."

"I won't give it out." Amber promised, actually meaning it.

If Sam had the Devil's number and stabbed him in the back with it, then that must mean the Devil apparently trusts me.

"Oh, and do yourself a favor and don't tell Sam about this."

The Devil patted Amber on the knee before he got out of the car. The light instantly turning green as he shut the car door behind him, waving at her through the tinted windows.

It was cold out, so Amber had the top up; even though she'd prefer it to be down, she honestly wasn't in the mood.

Amber floored it; the tires squealing against the pavement, leaving skid marks in her path.

She pulled into her driveway and sat for a few minutes, taking in deep breaths.

Why would he give me his number, anyway? I'm not much of a trustworthy person in the first place.

Amber pulled out her cell phone and flipped it open. She went into her address book and put her boss in there under "The Devil".

She laughed to herself, wondering what people would think if they saw the name "The Devil" in her phone. She then realized that if her phone got into the wrong hands, they'd know his number, so she changed the name to "Boss" and after a minute or two, she jammed her phone back into her pocket and got out, making her way back into the house; to get ready for her "play date" with Gladys.

5:00 o' clock finally hit as Amber was already about to turn into the DMV parking lot to pick up Gladys.

There stood Gladys outside the DMV entrance, an oversized leather purse looped over her arm and hanging from her shoulder, whilst she slouched lazily as she waited for Amber to pull up.

Loud music blared from Amber's red Mustang, the top was down and the leather seats shined under several beams of sunlight that pierced through the treetops. She turned off the stereo and smiled at Gladys, who walked sloppily over to her car and then got in.

They exchanged very little to no conversation on the way to The Brick House. The awkward silence wasn't nearly as bad as it was when Amber turned on the radio, testing to see what Gladys would do; and of course, Gladys responded by shooting a few dirty looks at Amber before she turned off the music.

"So, what have you been up to lately, Gladys?" Amber asked after a few long and uncomfortable minutes.

"Transferring vessels." Gladys replied in her expected tone.

"I mean aside from work? Don't you ever like… do anything?" Amber watched her assignment from her peripheral vision.

Gladys cocked her head to the side and squinted.

"You know, Amber I like you. You're a lot smarter than that other reaper… Sam. You know how this job works, so I'm going to tell you something that I haven't told any "outsiders" before."

Gladys started, and with that, Amber knew she had Gladys eating out of her hand now.

She tried to prevent a smile unzipping itself across her face.

"I can't tell you here, so I'll just show you. Take a right here." Gladys gestured her right hand, pointing down a street. They were only a few blocks away from The Brick House, and Amber was looking forward to that planned beer.

It soon became obvious that they were no longer going for beers.