The Imps were making a scene, but then again, when are they not? It was a normal occurrence in the bar, something the patrons had gotten used to a long time ago. They were put in a smoking area anyway, so it didn't bother anyone else too much. Even in this circle, Masilalt was one of the louder ones. It wasn't a day he was even thinking of drinking, he wasn't too fond of any human substances. 
A smaller member of his species, who happened to be the only other one sober, came in from the back. Passing through, he stopped a moment, was that a child? He left quickly, past experiences with them showed they were even greater demons than he was. The imp eventually found Masilalt, and managed to pull him to the side, sitting at a table. They weren't near the child, but within sight of it. "Do you see that?" The smaller asked, nodding over to it. "....Yeah. So? What am I supposed to do about it?" That was a valid question brought up, one they didn't know how to answer. "It's only a kid, nothing special about it."