"Another drink would be another step towards not seeing all that I don't want to see," you say.
"I'll take that as a yes," he said.
From that point on the evening descended into more anarchy. Rain got so drunk that she actually wanted to dance to some music she had not five minutes earlier been poetically badmouthing. There were more drinks. Her brain felt like it was both running at full capacity and stopping at the same time. Eventually, she found herself walking from the establishment with Archdemon close by. She was barely functioning.
Behind her, Archdemon was making a phonecall.
"Yeah mate, sorry, I'm off. You were right, pretending to be all emo and pretentious worked a treat, I've grabbed me a real beauty. I'll just recite some poetic sounding crap and she'll be mine tonight, I reckon."
"What mental shroud are you attempting to evaporate?" asked Rain, turning around.
"Only the perpetual centrestage of all existence, and to no avail, though the angels might not believe so," he said.