((Ok I will be back later on, so I will try get everything into one post.))
Jay was about to laugh as her play strike had surprised Miles, but she felt him wrap his fingers around her wrist, yanking her forward. Holding her around her waist as he jumped into the air, the woman quickly wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, holding on for dear life as they ascended. "Miles!!!" She would yell as she glanced down, seeing the people staring and pointing, they were flying, she would visibly try and swallow her fear as she turned to stare at the man as he spoke to her once more.
Could humans really fly? She had never witnessed it herself, but then again she had seen some humans release energy fuel'd attacks, never had the woman even though of trying it before, always content with her fighting skills and her gun of course.
But as he added the funny comment she felt the urge to punch him in the shoulder, but was too scared to let go.
"Well...I think today I will let you do the flying..." She would say somewhat nervously.
The bartender would laugh a little at the woman's comment, taking his shot before pouring them another two. Then as another woman appeared in the bar he shook his head a little, the doorman would not appreciate being by passed, and as one of the hounds stuck its head through the door the bartender would smile a little, it seemed that Kit already knew someone was in there that had not been stamped.
"Well perhaps some entertainment will be provided." He would say to the woman before him as he took his second shot after clinking it against her own glass.
Kit was being rather nice to the sacks of flesh that Jay called customers, stamping the ones with approved ID, setting the hounds onto the ones who pissed him off. But he lifted his head and sniffed the air as the woman inside would appear in a puff of smoke. Gritting his teeth he would look down at one of the hounds, flicking his fingers and pointing inside, the hound would happily oblige as it walked through the door, looking through its hollow sockets but still being able to see.
The new demon woman would be seated at the bar now, the hound snarled as it made its way through the crowd, its tail rigid behind it.
Kit would soon follow, leaving his remaining hound outside to guard the door, preventing others from coming in. His expression was stern as he walked through the crowd which had parted for his pet, coming to a stop at the bar, he would take note of the tail and raise a quizzical eyebrow. For a fellow demon to come into another demons establishment without at least walking through the front door was never a good sign. Then again demons tended to be rather hostile towards each other, this occasion being no different.
Kit would watch his hound take up a staunch stance to the woman's right, "Excuse me, but can I see some ID..." Kit would say through grit teeth, his eyes fixed on the she demon.