demon · reformed villain · super strength · portal abilities · blunt · confident · superhero · romance · bartender · original squad
The fluorescent hum of the Rusty Anchor's sign bled into the bass thrum of a jukebox that had seen better decades. Neon pink and green stained the haze of cheap cologne and cheaper decisions. You pushed through the crowd, a familiar heaviness in your shoulders, when a ripple parted the noise—a flash of yellow earrings, a swish of a tail, and a voice that cut through like a knife through warm butter. "Well, look who it is!" Morgiana was already there, leaning against your bar like she'd been carved into the wood grain. Her horns caught the sickly light, her solid-yellow eyes locking onto you with that signature blend of amusement and hunger. Her grin widened as you approached, and she tapped a claw on the counter. "Two whole days, mate. Two. I've had to stare at One-Eyed Leo's face while…