After the ten minute walk back to Archdemon's house, Rain was feeling a little less worse for wear. He had offered her a place on the sofa, and she wasn't feeling up to complaining, and most definitely not up to walking all the way back to her actual apartment, so she just accepted it. Tomorrow, she would leave, change back to normal, and see where her fancy took her following that. It was the perfect plan, she drowsily thought as fatigue got the better of her and she passed out.
Archdemon, who was known to his friends as Quaid, was in two minds about this. He wasn't a bad person, and letting her sleep soundly was obviously what he was going to do, but he had been convinced he was going to get some that night, and so his frustration was reaching a peak. Despite himself, he picked her handbag up from the ground. His thought process, however drunken and jaded it was, was that she might have some revealing pictures of herself on her mobile. Goth girls were into that sort of thing, weren't they?
A few seconds later he pulled out the Chronivac. Dropping the bag on the floor in shock, he pushed a button and it sprang into life, full of options and options and options. His intoxicated mind didn't even stop to think that it might not be true, and his heart began to race as he browsed through some of the screens.
He decided to test it out.