OOC: Oh yeah. You need your thrilling conclusion. No, I didn't forget...-nervous glance-


Toby stretched out his arms, grinning at first Orlando, then Jonny. Both were busy on the phone, Orlando pointedly ignoring Toby while he spoke with his ex. Nearly dying and then seeing that were 'rough all over' had put some stuff into perspective...Not to mention that if even his succubus looked like his ex, there had to be some better closure between the two of them. He was talking lowly, not wanting to broadcast his thoughts to Toby and Jonny, but he was too lazy to get up. Sure, he was physically healed, but damn if he wasn't exhausted. So, in a booth at the Stray Sheep, he was going to absently continue to speak with his ex while Jonny spoke with Katherine on his phone and Toby pretended to not be eavesdropping.

After arranging to meet her sometime next week to discuss some stuff, he hung up and slouched back, adjusting his hat and looking at the other two. It was good to see the kid in better shape; all grins and glow and no bruising. Things seemed better for Jonny too. Even his conversation with Katherine seemed healthier—he didn't sound so desperate and her tone didn't sound so uninterested.

"So what happened?" Toby blurted, boredly staring at Orlando, who just smiled.

"How many times do you need to rehear that we basically just stood and stared while Katherine whipped Vincent into shape? And then when Catherine did the same thing, just more physically?"

"Which Catherine is which?"

"Pay attention the first time we tell stories, then."

Jonny hung up and rejoined the conversation, finishing his drink thoughtfully and then hailing Erica down for another one.

"You know," Toby started, "You don't need to get as sloshed now that the dreams are over."

"I'm celebrating. I don't need to work on the cars tomorrow, unlike you. I just get to stand and watch you do work," Jonny mused. "And also I have permission."

"Ooh, watch out. Somebody just let Jonny's leash go!" Orlando said, grinning. "Better watch out, or your succubus is going to come and strangle you with it."

The boys chattered amongst themselves and Erica for most of the night, mostly just glad that their adventure was over and they didn't need to worry about being throttled in their dreams. The hour grew later and later but conversation remained light and fun, until Erica started cleaning up for the night.

"You boys should head home. I want to get home eventually myself," Erica said, wiping at the table across from theirs' with a cloth. Toby grinned and playfully tossed a peanut onto the floor, just to get her goat.

"Yeah, boys, it's getting late."

The group stopped cold and looked around, expecting that voice to have come from anywhere. But, no. It came from the door. And it wasn't what they were expecting, either. There were no horns, no clawed hands, no red eyes, and oddly enough, regular clothes. Vincent joined them, sitting down in his old spot and lighting a cigarette.

"What happened to, you know, being a demon god and…well, everything that's happened in the last week?" Toby said slowly, looking between Jonny and Orlando for assistance.

Orlando poked Vincent once or twice to make sure he was really there and that they weren't crazy. Vincent shrugged that shoulder and gave them a bit of a smile.

"She said I couldn't invite you guys over, so I invited myself over here. Seeing you guys made me miss you so bad…And then I guess I got a bit stir crazy on your asses. Being the demon king is great, for the pleasure of it, but not a whole lot of friends in Hell."

"A…bit stir crazy," Jonny echoed, then shrugged and took a drag, resuming whatever conversation they had just been in before Erica interrupted them in the first place. After an uncomfortable moment or two, Toby and Orlando joined back in and soon Vincent did too. It wasn't long before Vincent stood and left again, and not long after that they all had to leave too.

They came back the next night and sure enough, when it was late enough, Vincent appeared and hung around for a while. And it was almost like old times.

Now that he had had some sense knocked into him…he was practically the same idiot.

Just a bit more sinful.