Artemis was feeling unsure of himself today, he had a funny suspicion on why he felt this way to. It was most likely because Morte had recently reminded Art of his presence in a night club. It always shook him when the Incubus made himself known. There was periods of times where he was silent, and Artemis could almost forget him. But then out of the blue he popped up again, leaving Art with that uneasy feeling. He hated being reminded that Morte was still with him, living inside him. An uncompromising evil that he wasn't even fully sure he could control.
What he needed was something to rebalance him, a means of forgetting the demon. From past experience, there were only two things that made that possible. Alcohol, or women. He scanned the area, wondering where either of those things would occur. Feeling better as he spotted the exact thing to pinpoint both requirements. A tavern. Smirking, he made his way over, pushing the door open. He stepped into reveal a surprisingly relaxed scenario. Clearly the afternoon drinkers hadn't arrived yet, so it was more relaxed at that time.
As he made his way to the bar, he ordered himself a pint of larger. Handing over the cash as the barman prepared his drink, he had been working more as of late which meant his life had been significantly easier. He was earning his own cash which meant he could spend it how he wanted. Not having to listen to his grumpy old grandfather complain about his behaviour as much. My money, my rules. He thought, taking the drink, he threw his head back and chugged it. Taking it all down in a matter of a few gulps, he slammed the empty glass on the bar. Letting out a satisfied gasp. "One more please and..."
Now he had quenched his immediate thirst, he scanned the bar for some delicious company. Laying his eyes on a cute blonde, he licked his lips. Very nice. He thought. "Send that lady another glass of whatever she's drinking on me" He told the barstaff. Watching as they soon approached the lady with the offering of a drink.