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Marco sat quietly in the "Straightshooter," a bar in a small almost non-existent town in the middle of nowhere. It was quiet, friendly, calm and generally a nice place to be if you're tired of everything loud.
The US Marine tilted the beer to his lips, the last drops of the liquid pouring into his mouth and he lazily raised a hand to the bar tender, signalling that he wanted another.
"Come on Marci, that's your third one," the older gentleman behind the counter said calmly, "You've been drinking like this every night for the past month and you still haunt told me what's wrong."
Marco sighed and looked around to make sure nobody else was listening but there was only one other person in the bar and he leaned in close to the man.
"If I drink enough... I can see them, the demons," he said. It was intended to be a whisper but was a bit louder than he would have liked, certainly loud enough for the other person or anyone who happened to walk in to hear.

(May I toss him in?)

The middle of nowhere was a perfect place for someone on the run from the law to hide. Although really he wasn't so much on the run from the law, as acquitted and trying to come to terms with who he was and what he was doing next.

He drank, but when he heard the bellow--alright, overheard the comment about demons--he couldn't help but flinch and look over to the guy sitting a few stools down from him at the bar. A Marine; he'd recognize that body language anywhere. Although this was only Cody's second day in town.

He looked back down at his glass, swishing the shot of brandy that coated the inside. All that was readily apparent about Cody was his dusty brown hair, weary brown eyes, and worn leather jacket that had seen better days. His motorcycle boots were faded and scuffed, and his jacket may bulge a little at his waist, indicating he was packing some heat, though both his hands were visible. He wasn't going to be starting trouble this time around.

His eyes fixated on the glass, however, he listened intently to the marine a few spaces down. If the man kept on talking about demons, Cody wanted to know why.

(Oops... I meant to make it 1x1. I don't mind if CatWoman doesnt mind though. I'll wait for her before posting anything.)

Cassie strode into the bar just as the marine said something about demons. There was no hiding he was a marine, he had the attitude and the smell on him. "Demons?" Cassie said with a smile. "By the looks of you, you don't need beer to see them." She added, motioning for the tender to give her a beer. He never refused because she tipped him well. Cassie sat down next to the marine and rested her head on her scarred hand. "So why do you want to see them demons? They are a nasty pain in the ass." She said as the tender came back with her drink.
(15 Pages old, thought I would jump since it's been forever since It's gotten a reply. ))

(lol. when I saw that you commented I'm like... "When did I make this a post? Also, it's your post in Other Worlds)

"Hey," Marco looked to the bar tender tyhen the girl, "That's illegal," he stood up and looked at the bartender, "What the hell, man? You know better than that," he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his jacket and then a ziip tie out of a pocket, "I'm gonna need you both to come with me," he said, completely ignoring the girl's comments about demons

"Whats the big deal?" Cassie said draining the cup in a couple gulps. "And the last time I checked, you weren't a cop." She added with a mischievous wink, her index finger in the belt loop closest to her katana. "What are you going to do? Fight me?" She smiled even wider. Cassie could be such a bitch sometimes, even to military officials.

He frowned, "No, I'm not going to fight you. But you are not allowed to drink. You're only what, 15?" and then he glared at the barkeep, "And what the hell is wrong with you? She's not even aloud in here, much less aloud to drink."
"I-I don't even know... I've never seen her before... She... I don't know why..." he admitted with a confused frown.

Cassie yawned a big fake yawn and heard something outside. "You shouldn't be drinking on the job either." Cassie added. She knew that if he had cuffs on him, he must be either undercover or on duty. "I have bigger things to worry about. More specifically, the demon that is going to burst in here in about a minute." Cassie said, lowering her voice and taking her katana out. "And If you say one thing about a teenager carrying a weapon, you will be the first to die." She added, standing in front of the bar and glancing over her shoulder at the marine.

"I'm not on the job," he grumbled, "I'm a soldier? Not a cop, but I still have a duty to my country. So what the hell, did you hypnotize him or something?" he asked, ignoring Cassie's comment about a demon entering.

Sighing, she shoved the marine down onto the ground and turned around as a Ragnork Demon broke through the bar doors. "Told you." She said swinging her sword, sending a bolt of electricity towards the monster to distract it. "Mundanes never believe me." She added, flipping over it's claws as she approached it. "Should I play with it or let it die?" She asked nobody in particular as she flipped over it's head, landing on it's back. "What do you think?" Cassie said, turning her head momentarily towards the marine.

Marco didn't answer her, rather he drew his gun faster than she could draw her sword and fired twice, obliterating the Demond's head and narrowly missing Cassie herself.
"I never said I didn't believe you."

(She already had her sword out. Lol) Cassie jumped off the demons neck, narrowly missing its flailing claws. However, she was not able to dodge it's poisonous blood as some hit her arm and the front of her hoodie. "Shit!! YOU COULD HAVE WARNED ME!" Cassie screamed, running over to the bar and jumping over the counter. She grabbed a pitcher of water from under the bar and quickly doused her hoodie and arm, getting rid of the poisonous demons blood. "You could have killed me!!" Cassie said taking off her ruined hoodie. "And this was my favorite hoodie!!"

Marco came to her aid and checked to see if there was any damage to her flesh.
"What did you think was gonna happen when a monster walks into a bar with a marine in it? I'm going to see if it can dance? No, I'm going to blow its head apart."

Cassie grumbled and rubbed the reddening flesh. "Good thing my hoodie obtained the worst of the damage." Cassie said, putting her sword back in the scabbard. "I had him under control." She mumbled, sitting back down on the stool. "What are you doing here anyways? Beside getting so drink you think you see demons?" She added, smiling.

"I can't see em unless I've had something to drink," he said, "It helps me see through the veil or whatever that hides them."

Cassie looked the marine up and down closely. Hmm, interesting. If he just tried hard enough he could see through the veil like it was a window. She scratched the back of her head again and pushed her glass back towards the tender. "Just a water this time. Don't want to get drunk." She said with a small laugh, turning towards the marine again. "So, are you going to arrest me?" Cassie added, putting her hands out playfully and grinning.

"Yes," he said very simply and took the cuffs off the bar keep and onto her wrists instead. It didn't seem to be his fault, more the little witch's.

Cassie hadn't really expected him to cuff her, she just expected him to walk out. She grumbled and tested the strength of the cuffs. "Metal, I hate metal." She mumbled. She could get out very easily, if she wanted to give herself a very bad shock and be put into a coma for a week. "Fine, how long am I in for?" She asked, curious of how long she is in for.

"Probably a month. It's a pretty serious crime, and you did it in a public place with a member of the US military literally right next to you. Not only that, but you walked into a bar, with a sign that says "No younger than 21" right on the door."

"There was?" Cassie asked, confused. She was a pretty smart girl, but unfortunately she didn't know how to read. "I didn't see no sign." She said, attempting to scratch the back of her head.