She wasn’t exactly a regular here.  Most of the time Nora frequented the bar near her house, not because this bar was hard to find, but because there were times it was easier to be around humans who had more mundane cares.  Sure, she’d get a few more dudes trying to see if she would be willing to come back to their place in human bars, but it was fine.  Sometimes that was a perk and sometimes it was little more than an annoyance.  There were also times that Lane dragged her out, to some trendy bar or club, with pretty neon lights or an up and coming DJ, but Nora still preferred the smaller, more established places.  She liked the smell of old wood and beer, even if she hated the taste of the stuff.<br/><br/>That was the one thing she would give this place, it had the scent of an old, well-worn bar.  And she got hit on less here.  A few demonic leaning folks had tried their luck, but they had quickly shied away the moment they saw the necklace she wore.  The pendant was a symbol of the goddess Freyja, and though Norse gods had less to do with angels and demons, it gave a clear indication of her alignment in the scheme of things.  Those that served Freyja served love, which was more or less the antithesis of what most demons served.<br/><br/>Will had given her the necklace, right after they had gotten engaged.  She had taken her ring off a few years ago, but she had barely had a moment without the necklace.  Nora had never really thought about it the way he did, most “good guys” claimed to serve the light, but she was a creature of shadow.  Will had been the first one to point out that she may not have served the light, but she definitely acted in the interest of love. In the interest of protection and good and safety.<br/><br/>She did not notice the being on the barstool next to her at first, took caught up in her own musings and her latest in a series of whiskey shots to possess her normal awareness.  His voice was the first thing to draw her out of her own mind.<br/><br/>“I’ll start with a beer.”<i> Abernus.  A demon of plagues</i>.  Her mind offered, immediately recognizing him. The tone was scratchy and low and high all at the same time.  As if many voices were speaking at once, the tell tale sign of a demon.  The sound of it sent a chill down her spine and she looked over at the creature with a heavy glare.<br/><br/>He stared back at her in confusion for a moment.  In his current form he seemed mostly humanoid, but his skin was dark and midnight and there were small spikes protruding out of his body.  His eyes were the same shade, though they were three of them, an additional eye above the two that were set in the same place as they would be on a human face.<br/><br/>“Oh shit, you’re the huntress.  I didn’t figure you for the type that would hang out in a neutral space...Guess we all have our demons, eh?”  He said, trying to make a pun, as if that would diffuse the tension.<br/><br/>The bartender dropped his drink off and Abernus again tried to speak, but before he could open his mouth, Nora had grabbed the bottle and broken it and was about to shove the sharp end of it into the demon’s third eye.<br/><br/>She was without her powers here, but that didn’t mean she was anywhere near powerless…<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2" data-username="@Dalliance" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2/">@Dalliance</a>