VD - Dinner guest

Demi’s acting a bit weird, but you also have dinner guests coming, so you take a quick shower, put some makeup on, and wear one of Demi’s dresses. Shopping for yourself… this needs to happen soon. You need a wardrobe that’s appropriate for the Demon World.

Demi is not as tall as you, but she’s got more in the curve department. She’s noticeably bustier than you, and… just better at looking womanly and sexy. But her dresses still fit you pretty well. She helps you get dressed and helps you with your makeup.

Cas and Pol and Lady D have the house look spectacular. You’re only a bit nervous when you see the sick Demon limousine pull up in front of your house at dinnertime. You did not realize that by leaving a voicemail to ask about catering a dinner with the mayor you were formally setting up a meeting like this.

You and Demi wait outside in what you hope is a put-together and presentable way. That’s what makes this so difficult… you have no frame of reference for this crazy Demon World! Do you look like a well-to-do couple with their shit together? Or do you look like a hot mess? Because you feel like a hot mess.

“You look cute,” Demi says with her arm around you, giving your bottom a squeeze. “You know. When you’re looking like a girl instead of a soccer player.”

“Thanks,” you say. “I think.”

The limo pulls up and a naked valet, a slim demon, quickly opens the back door. A demon guy with deep, blue skin emerges. He’s tall and strong, but not bulky. As soon as he sees you and Demi, he shows you a glittering smile. He’s wearing a very… uh, flattering chef’s outfit in white that shows off his lithe, but muscular physique. He confidently strolls up to the front of the house, where he towers over you and Demi in a very friendly way.

“Demi,” he says, offering his hand. “I haven’t seen you since the academy. And… Mrs. Demi.” He turns to you, and you stiffen up, embarrassed. “It’s such a pleasure. I’m Jake. Thank you so much for calling me. What a pleasure. It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen Demi, and I’d heard that she’d married. Congratulations to you both.” He shakes your hand warmly, and you gaze up at his smiling face and long, flowing locks of black, glossy hair. God. He has better hair than you do.

“So,” he says. “I understand that you’re planning a party.”

“Uh, yeah, kind of,” you say shyly. This guy with his… cheekbones and stuff. In the human world, you never paid attention to guys. Demon guys are different. “Hi,” you say.

“Hi,” he replies. “Were we going to have dinner or what?”