i will work this into my novelette.
The bar was smoky, and loud. Drunks were waving their cigarettes around like swords and spouting nonsense. “This must be what hell is like. Full of second hand smoke and over horny forty somethings,” she said. I looked at her and could do nothing but agree. I had a perfect picture in my head of Satan (in the form of Tom Waits, because it was impossible to picture the Dark Lord as...