"I am bored out of my mind," he said and looked at himself in the mirror above the bar. The room was stale with smoke.
"Why, what's your problem?" he turned around and looked at a girl in a black leather jacket that was standing behind him.
"Where'd you come from?" he asked.
"Oh here and there, mind if I sit down?"
"Yeah, that's cool."
He looked her over without being too obvious. She had hair the color of India ink, she was dressed all in black, tight black skirt, black pumps, leather jacket, pink face, red mouth, blue eyes that burned holes, about twenty two. She took out a cigar, lit it and blew a puff at the mirror.
"Want a beer?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"Bartender," he tried to yell over the noise, "what's your name?" "Sophie," she said and flashed her smile.
He felt it and smiled back.
"What do ya do Sophie?"
"Paralegal."
"Is it interesting?"
"Yeah, up to point," she said and took a drink.
She smiled at him again. She had a white toothpaste sort of a smile. Underneath her chin was a black necklace shaped like a bat.
"Hey man, I heard you say were bored, that why I came over to talk to you," Sophie said.
"Yeah?" he said and tried not sound too interested.
"You know anything about demonolatry?" she said out of the blue.
"No," he said, surprised by the topic.
"I can teach you," she took his arm and squeezed it, pushing a very ample tit into his arm. He looked at her puzzled.
"What kind of a screwball are you?" he said, half smiling.
"You think I'm stupid don't you, or I'm some kind of a psycho case."
"No," he looked at her to his left.
All the catlike joy had left her face, she looked unhappy, even sad.
"I don't know you from Adam, you come up to me and start talking about demonology, why?"
"Its demonolatry, and I was just trying to help you," and her mouth began it's cunning little smile again. "You think I'm trying to con you?"
Her eyes bored into his.
"No, its just a little weird."
"I told you my name, what's yours?" Sophie asked.
"Tim."
"You're a big strong looking boy aren't you, Tim. I'll bet the girls like that."
"Sometimes, not tonight," he said grimly.
Tim looked at himself in the mirror again. He had a pretty face with blond hair and the strong looking body that Sophie had approvingly commented on.
"When people start trying to sell me something I usually wonder what they're getting out of it?" Tim said.
"I'm not getting a Goddamn thing out it, and I'm not asking for any money of any kind, I'm not asking for any value at all," she spat the words out. "I'm not selling something, I'm talking about what interests me."
"Meaning the occult."
"Yep. You know what a Patron demon is?" she asked.
"I don't know what any of this stuff is, I was raised a Catholic," Tim replied.
"Me too, nobody's perfect."
"What, do you hate God?" he looked into his beer mug.
"No, I go regular church sometimes, it just depends on what mood I'm in," Sophie said.
"Religion isn't about moods," Tim said.
"Of course it is, everything is about emotions," she took his hand and held it.
"You're a nut, like all chicks," he grimaced.
"If that's the way you feel about it, I'm gone."
Her face closed up and she stood.
He looked up at her, the playful quality her face had had was gone, and she was closed off, a blank. What to do, he was very attracted to her in spite of the apprehensions, there were two options, he could let her blow or he could backpedal and hope she would stay. He chose the latter.
"I didn't mean anything by it, why don't you sit down and I'll buy us a couple more drinks," Tim said.
"I don't want to, I want to go home," Sophie replied.
"I didn't mean to insult you, give me a chance."
"I'm giving you a chance, you didn't want it dude," she looked haughty in the way only extremely pretty and bitchy women can look. "Sit down okay?" Tim replied.
Her eyes were like snakes darting around.
"Alright."
They sat for a few minutes drinking, not saying anything. The more that he thought about this evil looking little bitch the harder his dick got.
"You're evil aren't you?" Tim said.
She stood up, clicked her heels together, and said, "At your service, and believe me do I have some satisfied customers."
"I'll bet."
"You want to hear what I have to say now, dude?" she said playfully.
"Go ahead," he replied.
She sat down and got comfortable again.
"Well, like I was saying, I was talking about Patron Demons, there's a female demon called Goth, she's been called many names but that's the one that's popular now, I want you to try to conjure her," Sophie said excitedly.
"I don't know how to do that," Tim said with a surprised expression.
"I can teach you. She'll fuck the shit out of you, if she likes you," she smiled her evil smile.
"What if she doesn't like me?" he asked casually.
"She'll kill you with a strand of hair, I wouldn't worry too much about that, you're her type, that's why I picked you," Sophie said.
"You're blowing my mind baby. You're a freak if I ever saw one, boy are you a cool chick."
She smiled another smile, a nice one this time. She put her arm around Tim's neck.
"Shall I go on?" Sophie asked arching her eyebrows. "Yeah, very interesting," Tim said, with only the vaguest spot of irony.
"If you want to conjure her you have to be alone, in a safe spot, you draw a pentagram on the floor, OK?" Sophie continued.
"Yeah, only I don't know what a pentagram is," Tim replied and drank beer.
"It's a witch's sign," Sophie replied.
"What do I make it out of?"
"Magic marker, ink, the blood of a baby, whatever you like, just draw it right, or it won't work. I'll give you a drawing on how to do it. Then you get in the pentagram," Sophie said and giggled.
"What do you mean?" Tim asked.
"You stand on top of it and do an incantation, something like this, "Beautiful one born in fire. Come to me. Bless this rite. Be with me tonight," Sophie said dramatically.
"What if I forget it?" Tim asked.
"Just do something like it, the words aren't that important, the emotion behind it is. You'll also need some votive candles, I'll give you those. You put the candles around the room to make a ritual effect, okay, dude?" she said and hugged him.
Tim looked at himself in the mirror above the bar, "I'm kinda scared," he said.
"I know how you feel, I was too, I still am some times," Sophie said.
"I don't want to blaspheme," he said.
"Then don't."
