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They pulled up in front of the bar and looked at the sign above the outdoor table area. “Faust” was written on it. Silas grunted at the irony. Mephisto always loved that story, though it was completely made up. Ever since it was popularized by Christopher Marlowe he was always flaunting it in other demon’s faces. kind of like Hell’s equivalent of a reality show celebrity. Now he had named his bar after it and boy, did it look snooty.
Maybe bar was the wrong word. It was more like a fancy restaurant, a bistro they were called. Silas was definitely underdressed, but this wouldn’t be the first time.
“Silas, when you said you were going to have a few drinks with a friend I pictured something a little different. Something a little less sophisticated, maybe something more beer soake
