"I'm too sober for this."

Lee groans, rubbing his face.

"I'm sorry, okay."

Skylar scoffs.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Lee. What kind of maniac summons a demon to help with their Latin homework?"

"I was stuck," he whines, banging a fist against the table, "and besides, Dad'll kill me if I fail again."

"Couldn't you have asked, oh, I don't know, a human, to help?"

He bites his lip.

"That's not fair, Sky, you know I'm socially awkward."

She rolls her eyes.

"Right, and you're obviously going to be so much more at ease with a ten foot demon."

Lee glares.

"At least a demon won't simultaneously judge my choice in footwear."

Skylar glances down at his shoes.

"It's kind of hard not to judge them, Lee."

Especially, she thinks, when they are neon green and covered in flashing LEDs.

He frowns at her, leaning forwards slightly.

"Bite me, Thorne."

She sighs, pulling a gun out of her boot and pointing it at his forehead.

"I'd rather just shoot you, thanks."

"You are so not my favourite person today."

"I'm not your favourite person anyda - "

"Well," a voice interrupts, low and mocking, "isn't this fun."

They both freeze at the new sound.

A demon leans against the door, finger coated in red, eyes scrunched in distaste.

"Is this ketchup?"