"Hello, ther-THWACK!" He said as I hit him with a pan that happened to be near me. Serves him right for being late and thinking nothing is wrong, asshole. "Ouch! What was that for!" he asked with fury in his eyes.
"You asshat! Showing up late and making me think that I failed the fucking spell!" I replied with just as furiously.
"Well...I uh, don't know what to say. Um, my name is Martin and uh, I'm sorry for that. Yeah, I know most people think that we don't apologize." I looked at him incredulously.
"What, is something on my suit?" he asked looking down at his self.
"No, I just thought you'd be more terrifying or something," I said.
"Oh. Yeah, I get that a lot. So you wanna make a deal or somethin'? usually, I make a deal with the person who summoned me. Typically, they want me to kill people or give them power in exchange for their soul." he responded rather glumly.
"No thanks, do you want something to drink?"
"Do ya have any Irish Cream Liquor?" he asked hopefully.
"The left cabinet next to the fridge, top-shelf." Replying as I got out two glasses. Once we sat down, I asked. "What's it like, Hell, I mean." pouring the liquor.
"For the most part, it's like up here, except with a lot more alcohol, debauchery, and sin. Well, there is this thing called the Extermination. The angels come down from heaven to kill off a giant chunk of the populace due to overpopulation." He took a sip of his drink. "So what's changed in Chicago? Is O'Connolly's still in business?"
"Yeah, it's still open. I happen to be one of the two bartenders." I say as I take a sip. "Really! I knew the old man who owned the place, nice chap if I remember correctly he gave it to a guy by the name of Tanneli," he stated.
"He's my boss. The place is being used by the Mob for their business and such."
"Ya know, I could help you take em' out for ya, I mean the pub was like a second home to me when I was alive. You don't have to give me your soul, just help me by pointing them out." "Why not? First, can you get my vodka? It's in the cabinet above the fridge in the silver flask. After all, that's happened this evening, I need it." I sure hope he doesn't knock over the -CRASH!
"GAAAHH! My arm! What was in that jar on the fucking fridge!" he exclaimed in agony as he clutches his left arm. The rest happened to be in a puddle on the floor.
"It was holy, water. It was a gift from my uncle on Easter." I replied uneasily.
"Alright then, I'm outta here! Hopefully, my arm will have grown back by tomorrow," he grumbled clutching the stump that used to be his arm. "Catch you on the flipside Chaos." Then, he disappeared in a puff of smoke. Great, just great, my first attempt at something that could make me into somebody powerful just blew up in my face. I just hope things get better.