“Now that’s what I call teamwork,” Orias said enthusiastically.  “You showered, with soap, I can tell, and everything else.  While I went out and got you some fresh, snappy duds.”  Both demons seemed pleased with themselves for their own accomplishments, however trivial.  Orias’ lady-killer ensemble consisted of a designer long-sleeve, black cotton dress shirt, slim linen black pants, and matching black Italian leather lace-up shoes and belt.  Zuureth surmised that his guardian’s favorite color must be black.  Thankfully, it wasn’t red.<br/><br/>Watching the time, they agreed after another half hour ticked by, they would head downstairs, separately, of course.  Orias would leave the room first, positioning himself in a strategic, darkened corner of the bar.  Zuureth would follow 15 minutes or so later, scouring the bar scene for the targeted blonde and brunette.<br/><br/>Hindsight was a most vicious bitch, and right now, he wished he knew at least one of their names.  He had no idea (and neither did Orias) which one’s name was tattooed somewhere on his body.  But if one were to go on reputation alone, he favored the blonde as his initial mark.<br/><br/>Dressed for potential success, Zuureth stood before his advisor’s scrutiny.  Shaking his head, Orias stepped forward and undid the top two buttons of his shirt.  “You wanna show some skin from that chest of yours, bro,” he instructed.  “Now, I can see a couple of tats peeking through near your neck, but don’t worry.  Only supernatural beings can read those, and I highly doubt these two boy toys are supernatural.”<br/><br/>Retreating to his previous spot, he nodded approvingly.  “Sheee-it, motherfucker!  You are gonna get some tonight for sure,” he gushed.  Zuureth wasn’t so sure, shrugging in response.  “And remember,” Orias said, ignoring his protégé’s doubt, “the only pieces of ass you’re interested in tonight are either the blonde or the brunette from last night.  Nobody else.  Got it?”  Zuureth nodded in reply.  “So say it,” he instructed.  “I got it,” Zuureth confirmed.<br/><br/>A perceptible thud against the room’s door turned their attention toward the source of interruption.  Orias was quick enough to step into the hall, just able to catch a glimpse of flowing blonde hair as it disappeared around a corner.  That particular corner led to stairs.  The demon quickly returned to the room, indicating with an urgent finger for Zuureth to tag along.  “Let’s go, my friend,” he stated.  “Change of plans.”<br/><br/>Walking down the hall with a clear purpose, Orias filled his pupil in on the current situation.  “Just saw a blonde rounding this same corner.  Hopefully, we’ll see her in the bar.  I’m still gonna hang in the shadows, watching,” he said.  “You, on the other hand, are gonna approach this blonde chick, assuming she’s down in the bar.”<br/><br/>“And then what?” Zuureth asked.  “By then, if not sooner, you’ll know whether she’s one of your playmates or not,” Orias replied.  “Even if she’s not, I still think you should get as near to her as possible.  You never know.”  Zuureth nodded in agreement to their new plan.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>Standing to the side of one of the bar’s entrances, they scanned the establishment’s inhabitants.  The bar was already hopping with activity, all of it, more than likely, geared toward getting laid.  Orias basked in the lovely scents, male as well as female.  With a nudge, Zuureth said, “Focus, motherfucker.”  Despite himself, his guru snorted and responded, “Fuck you, man.  Such a target-rich environment!  I may have to bag me a few victims, too,” Orias stated.<br/><br/>With a nod toward the bar, teacher asked student, “So is that your blonde chickadee?”  Gaze averted toward Orias’ motion, Zuureth hurriedly said, “Nope, that’s not her.  My girl’s hair was shorter than hers.”<br/><br/>“Check it out,” Orias said.  “There’s only one available seat at the bar, and it’s to the blonde’s right.  I say you go take that seat and see what happens.”  A response was unnecessary, since Zuureth was already in motion.<br/><br/>Nearing the blonde in question, he felt a distinct pulsation over his left breast.  Maybe it was her after all.  Wearing a wig would be an effective disguise.  Claiming the last stool at the bar, Zuureth ordered an Imperial IPA.  As the throbbing escalated, the flaxen-haired beauty turned his way.