[h2][center]Clariel

Husker's Resturant[/center][/h2]

Clariel had to grin as AJ blushed before walking away. Ah little innocent AJ. As much as she flirted, she was so young. So [i]innocent.[/i] Clariel was waiting for the moment that the human got her heart smashed into a thousand pieces, and then they would be there, with a comforting shoulder, some booze and then... then... Clariel grinned to themselves. 

Clariel walked over to Jackson, raising an eyebrow curiously. It wasn't like him to ask favors of the Demon. She listened with interest, and then grinned. "Well Mr. Jones, are you asking [i]me[/i] to cause trouble? With pleasure," they said with a grin, and walked over to the table and scooted in to the table, sitting next to the fine looking latina chicka. 

"Now, you all seem like fine folk, but you see that guy over there? Well, he's actually the owner and this is his table," Clariel whispered to the patrons. They were lying through their teeth, but why would Clariel care? "Now, he's not going to cause trouble in his restaurant, but," they paused, setting a hand on the woman's thigh and rubbed a bit, "However, he'll be in a bit of a mood later, and might take it out on one of his workers later. Now, you don't want that to happen now, do you?" Clariel pouted a bit, and squeezed the woman's thigh. 

The woman squeaked, and looked at Clariel. Clariel had to wink. "Alright, we'll move. We'll also keep it in mind," one of the guys said, oblivious to the fondling going on under the table. 

"Thank you for being so reasonable folks. Tell ya what, your drinks are on me," Clariel said with a wink and snuck a piece of paper into the woman's pocket and gave one last squeeze. Clariel got up and walked past Jackson as the group immediately moved to a table far away from his regular. "All yours Mr. Jones," Clariel said with a wink and headed back to the kitchen. Their phone immediately buzzed, and they had to smile. [i]"Looks like I found number twenty-six."[/i]