The waitress.

Ryan casually glanced over at the next table and the blonde and brunette smiled at him. But before he could lean over to introduce himself to them two young men walked up to the two girls. At first he thought they were just guys trying to pick them up but by their body language it was obvious to him they were the girls' boyfriends.

"Have you decided what you want to eat?" the perky waitress asked, returning with their drinks just in time to save him from any further embarrassment.

"Oh, yes. Um, I'll have the burger with fries," Ryan turned around to talk to the waitress.

"And you, ma'am?" the young brunette asked.

"I will have the chicken salad," Marlissa answered, taking a sip of her wine.

"Is there anything else?" Emily asked.

"Actually, there is," Ryan replied. "My wife and I are newlyweds..."

"Congratulations!" Emily interrupted, smiling at the couple.

"...and we're new in town," Marlissa continued with her green eyes glowing slightly, "so we would like to know if there is anything to do outside of our hotel room." Ryan could see Emily's pretty face turn beet red.

"Um," Emily stammered, nervously playing with her hair as she tried to compose herself in front of the beautiful couple she was serving. "Actually there is. I can show you around town after my shift ends in about an hour."

"That would be great!" Marlissa said with a warm smile. Emily excused herself and hurried back to the kitchen. The redhead turned to her husband with a mischievous grin. "So what do you think of her?"

"Emily?" Ryan responded, looking around subtlety to see if anyone was listening in to their conversation. "I think she's cute."

"And a bit innocent, no? Would you want to have sex with her?"

"Is this a trick question?" Ryan asked, wondering if a demon of lust can be jealous.

"No it is not. Would you like to have sex with her and me?" Marlissa clarified, leaning closer to him to whisper in his ear. She reached under the table and felt his erection strained against his pants. She had her answer.

The couple talked over their wine and beer while they waited for their food to arrive. Ryan pried more about Marlissa's past of spending a couple of decades as the companion to an Italian merchant prince. Marlissa avoided the subject of her existence in her home plane -- she didn't want to bring up such unpleasantries when they were enjoying themselves. Eventually Emily returned with their food.

Ryan remember how starved he was and wolfed down the burger and fries while Marlissa picked at her salad. They had about half an hour to burn before Emily got off her shift so they ordered more wine and beer.

"How are you folks doing?" Emily asked cheerfully.

"Could we get the bill?" Ryan replied, feeling the effects of the ****.

"Of course." Emily handed Ryan the bill and he was a bit shocked how much they drank that night. He gave her his credit card and she processed it with a wireless credit card machine. "Oh my God! Thank you!" she said when she saw how much of a tip he gave her.

"We will meet you outside," Marlissa whispered to the waitress.

Ryan offered Marlissa his jacket since the night air was cool.

"Thank you, love," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. She smiled at his act of chivalry even though her supernatural origins made her resistant to all but the temperature extremes.

They only had to wait about five minutes for Emily to clock out and change out of her uniform. "Are you okay to drive?" the young brunette asked when she saw Ryan a bit tipsy.

"I don't think I should," he replied, realizing he probably drank too much beer on a barely empty stomach. He was surprised Marlissa was sober despite drinking a bottle of wine. "I don't need to get pulled over by a cop."

"I can drive if you two don't mind leaving your car here," Emily said, walking to her old Honda Civic at the back of the pub. Ryan squeezed into the back of the small car while Marlissa sat up front with Emily.

"So what is there to do in town at night?" Marlissa asked.

"Hmm," Emily thought for a moment. "Well, there's The Bourbon Saloon, if you like country music. There's Ravens if you're into underground clubbing with college kids."

"What about a strip club?" Ryan blurted out. Marlissa could see Emily blush in the dark.

"There's a strip club called The Pussy Lounge outside of town," the waitress answered. "I've never been there myself but one of the cooks said tonight's amateur night."