Sinful Truth: A Demons Story

This club stunk so badly I could almost feel the content in my stomach crawl back toward my throat. I don't know why these idiotic, discount "frat-boys" insist on coming here as often as they do when it really offers nothing except horrible smells and cheap beer. The dance floor is packed with moving bodies as the speakers blast out loud, and might I add, terribly mixed music. I make my way from the doorway to the left and find a booth tucked into the corner where the neon lights and laser shows tracing their way across the crowd can't find me in the dark shadows.  After flagging down a shot girl and buying about eight of them, noting they smell like whiskey, making this probably the best decision I'll make all damn night. "Marcus!" That voice makes me grit my teeth for the simple fact that he has one of those voices that can come running through my ears like nails on a chalkboard and wonder makes me wonder why I keep that man around at all. Then I remember, despite his questionable logic, he is my best friend in the closest sense of the word that I can get to. Looking up in the direction of the voice calling out my name. With a heavy, and slightly annoyed sigh, my darkening green eyes focused on Josh's face before downing another shot," What? No slutty women throwing themselves haplessly into your clearly jock-like arms?",  a sly smirk spread itself thin across my lips and his joking, yet playfully irritated growl, let me know that he was aware of my sarcasm. "I don't NEED women to have a good time. I have whiskey, 3 weeks worth of paychecks in my pocket, and friends here with me. Why would I need---", At that moment a tall blonde woman in a blue, short dress came walking by him rubbing a hand over his chest. I couldn't help but rolls my eyes at his easily distractable mind, even though this was a vacation, he was always this way. "You know, you're not building a good case for yourself.", I said picking at him with a chuckled undertone. A single glare and shoulder shrug later he was disappearing into the crowd to find that exact tease of a woman. I'm so glad I don't have those...Distractions. Pulling out my phone from my jeans pocket for the first time since we'd been here tonight, I realized it much later then I thought. While I had the device in my hand I sent out a text to Josh and whoever he had managed to drunkenly stumble around and find himself tangled with. "Hey, I'm going back to the hotel. See you tomorrow. Don't forget the meeting." Locking the phone I slid it back into my pocket, put more then the tab on the table, and walked out into the nice breeze that Florida summers offered while near the water. I took in a deep breath before walking forward in the direction of the hotel we were to be staying for the next couple of weeks. Despite this trip being planned as a surprise vacation for me since I hadn't taken one for myself in over 600 years of trying to keep my delusional and sadistic parents under control, I still planned business meetings for the few weeks we are here, and although I appreciate them for sticking around through all of the madness that can be handling my parents they don't understand that I have to handle business first. In the underworld we are considered young.  Just for perspective, we are basically the weird age of post-college young adult who should have life-long careers already decided and burned into the forefront of out minds to just continue the status quo. My parents are mythologically a "big deal" in their own minds, but in the underworld they hold the same self-indulgent standard, so much so that I guess until recently I had just been used to it. My father, Silas, and Mother, Quinn, are the current rulers of the underworld. I was fortunate in getting my fathers height and charm with my mothers beauty, wit, and logic. Most typical days are a tormented war inside my head trying to figure out what the next best move is in almost every scenario. Mortal creatures are very easily swayed with eye contact or subtle physical touch and I don't like knowing they are probably agreeing with me because of these factors alone? I don't like that at all.  As I continue walking I can see the soft lighting of the outside of our hotel before retreating back into my inner thoughts. Not for more then a couple of minutes, however, as I feel a decent amount of pressure behind a thud into my mid-section. I let loose a grunt and look down trying to focus for a second before realizing the red tangled mess of long hair was attached to a very lovely woman. Shaking my head I lean down offering my hand to help her up, also remembering that I probably look like a freak of a tree, considering my height standing up made most people stare. I don't know how she managed to keep it together while not only being knocked over by me but also having to look up at what could have seemed like twice my normal freakish height. "Not to be rude, but you should watch where your going next time, a damn giant should have seen me long before we hit", her tone was callus and angry. It kind of pissed me off, honestly, "Oh? What about your eyes? Do they not work?", my tone remained cool and calm despite her spitting anger at me. She couldn't have been more then 5'6 or so, I could only calculate that much because I know I stand at about 6'4. The red head furrowed her brow and glared at me, almost having to look straight up at me, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Look, can you not start a fight with someone who is three heads taller then you?",  her body relaxed and she shrugged ", Maybe if the cute guy standing three heads taller then me tells me his name and buys me a drink?" Rolling my eyes at her attempts at obvious flirting with me, I offered my arm for her to grab onto as a proper escorting gentleman would ", Marcus, and who do I have the pleasure of sharing a drink with this lovely evening?", quirking a brow at her and finally getting a glimpse at a smile crossing her painted, red lips against the beauty of her pale skin. "I'm Catharina, It's nice to meet you, Marcus", She grabbed hold of my arm and we walked into the hotel, through the lobby, and to the darkened bar. Although, I had to admit, I was kind of relieved to be sitting here with a beautiful woman than in that horribly smelling club. As we down at the bar I couldn't help but see that I was terribly under dressed for this impromptu date I had managed for myself. She was 5'6, long wavy red hair, built in a perfect  hourglass figure. Her physical attribute, though breath taking, was only emphasized by her clothing. She wore a black, knee length skirt, a purple three-quarter sleeve blouse, and a center piece necklace and matching ear rings. Whereas I, having planned for the club and not intimate drinks, wore a dark wash pair of jeans that were probably not the right size, a blue polo that one of my friends had convinced me was a good idea and wasn't, and tennis shoes. I wasn't exactly dressed to impress. I heard her voice break my thoughts with a much more chipper tone speaking to the bartender ", Can I please have gin and tonic on the rocks?", he gave her a gentle nod and looked towards me while making her drink on the bar top ", Just a vodka and juice please". Once both drink rested in our hands I kept catching myself peering out of the corner of my eye at her profile. Her smile was contagious.