After yet another flash of light, the three ended up in a dimly-lit, garish impression of a bar. It wasn't very crowded, luckily, but the few demons and various other creatures dispersed around the room studied them all the same.
Aagares smirked slightly, and with Apophis still on his arm, he walked over to the bartender.
"Two glasses of the usual." He murmured, only to glance back over at Auryon. Beady-eyed with mischief, he turned back. "Make that three."
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