It was another quiet night at the coffee shop, as always. no matter how may nights I worked it was always the same, 1 or 2 regular customers around 4:00am and 5:00am, but never many people outside of that. Of course, that is, unless you count the dark lords personal assistant.
I checked the time on my company issued watch, it showed the time down to the nanosecond this was so I could tell exactly when id be getting a visit from my most reoccurring customer. 3:31am on the dot, this was usually the time when the air in the shop got cold, and when I say cold I mean ice cold, unless the demon was running a little late, apparently traffic in hell could be a nightmare at times.
3:32am was always the worst part, no matter how many times I've seen it, all the lights on the street, in the shop, even in the sky, all going out at once always made me jump. I was tempted to start making the coffee's early, but I wouldn't risk that after the last time I made the coffee early and the ruler of hell decided he didn't want his usual that day, he was outraged I thought I could predict him, he nearly docked my pay for that. yes that's right I work for seitan. well technically I work for Johnny Smithson, the owner of Smithson coffee, but on the day I was hired, the devil himself switched out my contract so I would have to work very specific hours, every do so that I could always be the one to make his coffee, his kind of a sick joke I guess, but according to the contract I he switched for the original I get pretty good pay for the work, tax less 100K a year isn't anything to complain about. Not to mention all the free stuff I got to keep me working their, the most precise wrist watch in the world, a glasses that let me read any language, explicit permission to tell of unruly customers with no backlash, hell even free dental, the benefits are great. Don't bother asking me why the man down under is so invested in keeping me specifically, but at this point I'm not complaining.
Finally, 3:33. The door to the coffee shop cracked open and mist begun flooding into the store as it did every night. As usual I was the only person working at this hour, and all the cameras shut of automatically for what the manager calls "automated video download", aka the devils fancy way of saying "its time to get my coffee". As the door shut itself, the mist slowly formed itself into the shape of a tall, slender man with 2 horns on the top of his head. As the mist dissipated, before me stood my most loyal customer, "Hey Asrogorth" I said enthusiastically, Asrogorth had become one of the few sources for social interaction I got while on shift, so I always relished in his company. "The usual?" I continued, no matter how many times i saw Asrogorth, the cracks of burning fire around his eyes and horns contrasting with obsidian black skin was always a cool site. "Yes please" he replied, "1 pumpkin spice latte and the largest ristretto you can make". As I got to work making the coffees I was tempted to ask how Asrogorth's family was, but then I rememberd last night when he told me his wife filed for a divorce and wanted full custody of their kids, its bad enough the guy works the longest hours in the universe, he didn't need me brining up his tricky situation. I finished the coffees quickly, making sure to fill the ristretto a high as possible. "Here you go" I say as I slide the two coffees over to the demon, "thanks Mark" he replied with a grateful tone as he slides onto the counter 3 teeth, Asrogorth always tipped weirdly, but I didn't complain i guess hell just has a different tipping culture. "well I should be off then" Asrogorth says while turning to leave "the big boss will be mad if I don't get back before his latte goes cold", "oh Asrogorth" I say as he starts to leave "would you tell mister Lucifer my car is having engine trouble, id like him to send someone to have a look at it", Asrogorth gives me a quick wink as he opens the door, returns into mist and leave the store.
Now i just have to wait around until 5:54, apparently God gets his morning coffee at 5:55am, and mister Lucifer definitely doesn't want me serving him.
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Reply to [WP] You are a barista in a 24 hour coffee shop. Every night at 3:33am a demon appears for the Dark Lord's latte. by WarturtleWitch
It was another quiet night at the coffee shop, as always. no matter how may nights I worked it was always the same, 1 or 2 regular customers around 4:00am and 5:00am, but never many people outside of that. Of course, that is, unless you count the dark lords personal assistant.
I checked the time on my company issued watch, it showed the time down to the nanosecond this was so I could tell exactly when id be getting a visit from my most reoccurring customer. 3:31am on the dot, this was usually the time when the air in the shop got cold, and when I say cold I mean ice cold, unless the demon was running a little late, apparently traffic in hell could be a nightmare at times.
3:32am was always the worst part, no matter how many times I've seen it, all the lights on the street, in the shop, even in the sky, all going out at once always made me jump. I was tempted to start making the coffee's early, but I wouldn't risk that after the last time I made the coffee early and the ruler of hell decided he didn't want his usual that day, he was outraged I thought I could predict him, he nearly docked my pay for that. yes that's right I work for seitan. well technically I work for Johnny Smithson, the owner of Smithson coffee, but on the day I was hired, the devil himself switched out my contract so I would have to work very specific hours, every do so that I could always be the one to make his coffee, his kind of a sick joke I guess, but according to the contract I he switched for the original I get pretty good pay for the work, tax less 100K a year isn't anything to complain about. Not to mention all the free stuff I got to keep me working their, the most precise wrist watch in the world, a glasses that let me read any language, explicit permission to tell of unruly customers with no backlash, hell even free dental, the benefits are great. Don't bother asking me why the man down under is so invested in keeping me specifically, but at this point I'm not complaining.
Finally, 3:33. The door to the coffee shop cracked open and mist begun flooding into the store as it did every night. As usual I was the only person working at this hour, and all the cameras shut of automatically for what the manager calls "automated video download", aka the devils fancy way of saying "its time to get my coffee". As the door shut itself, the mist slowly formed itself into the shape of a tall, slender man with 2 horns on the top of his head. As the mist dissipated, before me stood my most loyal customer, "Hey Asrogorth" I said enthusiastically, Asrogorth had become one of the few sources for social interaction I got while on shift, so I always relished in his company. "The usual?" I continued, no matter how many times i saw Asrogorth, the cracks of burning fire around his eyes and horns contrasting with obsidian black skin was always a cool site. "Yes please" he replied, "1 pumpkin spice latte and the largest ristretto you can make". As I got to work making the coffees I was tempted to ask how Asrogorth's family was, but then I rememberd last night when he told me his wife filed for a divorce and wanted full custody of their kids, its bad enough the guy works the longest hours in the universe, he didn't need me brining up his tricky situation. I finished the coffees quickly, making sure to fill the ristretto a high as possible. "Here you go" I say as I slide the two coffees over to the demon, "thanks Mark" he replied with a grateful tone as he slides onto the counter 3 teeth, Asrogorth always tipped weirdly, but I didn't complain i guess hell just has a different tipping culture. "well I should be off then" Asrogorth says while turning to leave "the big boss will be mad if I don't get back before his latte goes cold", "oh Asrogorth" I say as he starts to leave "would you tell mister Lucifer my car is having engine trouble, id like him to send someone to have a look at it", Asrogorth gives me a quick wink as he opens the door, returns into mist and leave the store.
Now i just have to wait around until 5:54, apparently God gets his morning coffee at 5:55am, and mister Lucifer definitely doesn't want me serving him.