The front area of the cafe was rather quiet in the early hours of the day as the various denizens hired on as employees began gearing up for another day of serving and entertaining. With a puff of red smoke, Thio stood in his usual spot beside the host stand, ready to greet any customer who entered with a charming smile and a glint of mischief in his bright red eyes. His elegant porcelain-skinned hands carefully adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves while he surveyed the seating area and took note of all who'd arrived. Pearly white fangs glinted in the light as he ran a hand through his spiky white hair, his pointed red-furred tail whipping about excitedly. "Ah, another day in Paradise..." He purred to himself before taking notice of Aspen, who had been standing in front of him, looking the other direction when he appeared. "Oh, good morning, my dearest Aspen." He slid up beside her, a bit closer than most humans would probably feel comfortable with if not for the calming aura that seemed to emanate from him. "I must say, you are looking as beautiful as ever..." His red eyes locked with hers as he gave her a rather smoldering look, which was all quite normal for him. Just then the tingle of the door bell signaled a new arrival. Spinning about his smile instantly vanished as he recognized the regular customer. "Oi, you freakin' alcoholic midget! Don't you have any other establishment to bother?!"
Talen walked in lazily, his vibrant green butterfly wings catching the warm breeze that accompanied his entrance and fluttering slightly. Green could not begin to describe his outfit, which was reminiscent of a field in spring, though the style was quite dated. A human might think he was someone who enjoyed to cosplay and was apparently very talented at making a 'convincing' costume. "Oh, hullo Thio... Aspen." He yawned, wiping a bit a sleep from his eyes and clearly not noticing the annoyance in the demon's voice. "I tell ye, the new stuff ye had the other night really gave a bang in me head! Strong stuff!" His boyish face radiated from his warm smile as a small fist bumped against his head before he continued in his light Irish accent. "Tell me the label so's I can go find the brewery that made such a lovely stout."
"Any beer is 'strong' if you drink thirty bottles of it!" Thio growled, rubbing his temples. "And you know damn well no brewery's gonna let a ten year old come within five-hundred yards of the place! They'd probably call the police the second they got a whiff of your breath!"
"Yer probably right, mate..." Talen let forth a musical chuckle, clearly taking Thio's tone as a joke. "Well I suppose the cafe s'all I have then!" Gliding past the demon he made his way straight to the bar and climbed up onto a stool, leaving Thio to grumble a few colorful insults under his breath.
