Demons

Some demons get bored and go to Denny's.

The smoke alarms go insane,

And their ice waters must be continually refilled.

One demon takes a hissing sip and admits sheepishly, "I always wanted this in, you know, hell," and is smacked.

The waitress smiles as she approaches, but the demons scream and writhe in agony.

"Oh, sorry," she says, tucking her gold cross inside her shirt.

"What'll it be, ladies?" she asks them brightly as the edges of her order pad darken and curl.

The cook has taken a shine to the demon closest by, and he steals looks while his deep fryer bubbles and spits.

She catches him out and winks.

His face turns a devilish red.

The demons order chocolate cake.

"Sinful," sighs one.

The big window steams up as the flirty demon smiles slyly at the flustered cook,

Her coffee steaming away all the while, unattended.

Later, when the waitress comes back with their bill, one demon says, "Watch this!"

The demon next to her groans and mutters, "Not again..." as the first one shakes out a napkin and holds it up.

With a dramatic flair, she blows on it and it bursts into flame.

The waitress goes, "Oh my god," then makes a face and says, "I mean, you know, wow!"

The first demon grins until the second one kicks her under the table.

"Skirt chaser!" she chides.

The cook wishes his shift were done, and when he looks up,

He sees the clock's hands spinning crazily ahead.

"Walk a girl home?" asks the flirty demon, nibbling on a stick of red licorice.

One leaves with the waitress,

One with the cook,

And the others with coffees,

Bell, candle and book.

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