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There was a split second of surprise before he shook his head with a laugh. 

“Well, normally I don’t got a demon round to notice.” Crossing his arms Shea tapped his fingers in deliberate movements. “Not sure, couple a days, a week maybe.”

Outside the car door slammed shut, Shea’s jaw tensed as Harley bounced in, she stared at Cord, slowing down and moving a bit closer to her dad. 

“I didn’t tell ya to come in. Fact I told ya to stay in the car.” 

“I wanted to see the demon,” She whispered, not taking her eyes of Cordae. 

“Most folk that end up here know it’s demon owned and run,” she pointed out, not upset in the slightest. It was always curious when magic users appear. After all, there was only one actual witch that lived there and she was family.

Before she had a chance to say anything more, the car door slammed and she lifted a brow at him before laughing. “Well ain’t that just like a little one to not listen. Got a few of my own,  course they’re all grown now.”

The little girl’s words had the demon slipping out from behind the bar and kneeling to be more at her level. “No need to whisper, I ain’t easy to offend. I’m Cord,” she introduced, ignoring the girl’s father for a moment. 

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“Wait out here for me a’right, kit?” Shea nodded at Harley who glanced over at him from her seat in the car, slouched down in the passenger seat with her feet up on the dash. 

“Yeah, I know, you gotta do a sweep first. Make sure it’s safe.” She waved her hands and used a dramatic voice. He grinned, tossing her the keys through the open window. She yelped and just managed to grab them. 

Inside he took his time walking over to the bar, looking around and casting out quick and hopefully hidden enough magic feelers. “Hey there, brother. Do yous lot allow kids in here?” 

Cord barely bothered to look up from behind the bar. It was hardly the first time someone had wandered in and asked a question involving kids. Of course, the last time anyone had asked that, Gypsy had been just a little thing and chasing one of the hounds around the pool table.

“Mhmm,” she hummed in answer, tossing the towel she had been wiping the bar down with over her left shoulder. “You ain’t subtle enough either,” she pointed out, eyes going solid red for a moment before returning to her human blue. 

“Name’s Cordae, but most folk just call me Cord. How long ya lookin’ to stay?” It wasn’t as if there wasn’t plenty of room, but it was easier if the rest of the inhabitants had an idea of how long company would be around. It wasn’t too terribly often anyone crashed for longer than a night or two.