Chapter 11: A Fox and a demon walk into a bar...

To his surprise, Armyn proved to be an adept boxer, throwing punches with power and a mean hook. Together, they made quick work of the first wave of attackers.

"Nice moves," Tucker commented, as they dodged and weaved through the chaos.

"Thanks! Learned them on the streets!" Armyn shouted back, throwing a right hook at an approaching demon.

As more goons poured in, Tucker realized they were outnumbered. "Time to go!"

He could have easily taken them down, but honestly, he didn't want to bring any more attention to himself.

But before he could leave Summer and Dia who were behind him poked his shoulder, turning around he was surprised to find a pair of lips smashing against his own as a playful tongue battled with his.

Soon they separated as a chain of saliva connected them before breaking, he couldn't even think straight as right after Summer had kissed him, Dia went for the kill, french kissing him even more aggressively than Summer had.

Then she finally let him breathe having her fill. Armyn who was ready to run, looked at the scene and gave Tucker a thumbs up.

'Two in one, nice. Damn, I've not gotten any action in ages.'

After separating both Summer and Dia looked him him with lust, not wanting their little meeting to end, but they could tell he needed to go.

"That was for protecting us..." Summer said." And that...was for everything else." Now it was Dia who chimed in, "Here, you almost forgot this."

Dia handed him his phone which he had forgotten at the bar." Thank you." He was glad he didn't use the spray on them, they didn't seem like bad girls at all.

"Come on Casanova." Armyn interrupted the moment dragging Tucker away as the girls waved goodbye.

.....

The pair then dashed out of the club, weaving through alleys and streets, laughter and adrenaline fueling their escape. Finally, they reached a safe distance, Armyn was panting and grinning, while Tucker looked no worse for wear.

Armyn clapped Tucker on the back. "Man, you're one hell of a guy to have in a fight! We should do this more often."

Tucker couldn't help but laugh. "I think once is enough for me. But I guess I've just made a new, albeit concerning, friend."

"Fuck yeah you have, hey you got a phone on you, ill give you my sinstagram."

"Sinstagram???"

"Bro, have you been living in a cave or something."

"..."

Not a cave...but a wooden shed.

...

After their narrow escape, Tucker and Armyn found themselves in the less frequented backstreets of Glootville City. Armyn, still buzzing with energy, turned to Tucker with a wide grin.

"Man, that was intense! Haven't had that much fun in ages!" he exclaimed, his New York accent more pronounced in his excitement.

Tucker shook his head, bemused. "I wouldn't exactly call being chased by a mob 'fun'. You really need to be more careful, Armyn."

Armyn shrugged, his grin unfading. "Eh, life's too short to be careful. Besides, I've got an angel on my shoulder now," he said, nudging Tucker playfully.

"More like a hellfox." Tucker corrected, but couldn't help smiling at Armyn's infectious enthusiasm.

"So, what's next on the agenda, Mr. Hellfox?" Armyn asked, looking around the dimly lit streets.

Tucker thought for a moment. "Well, I was planning a quiet night at home, but that's clearly out the window. Any suggestions?"

Armyn's eyes lit up. "I know just the place! Follow me!"

He led Tucker through a maze of alleys until they arrived at a nondescript door. Armyn knocked in a specific rhythm, and after a moment, the door creaked open, revealing a hidden speakeasy.

The interior was a stark contrast to the grim exterior – vibrant, and lively, with a jazz band playing in the corner. Demons of all sorts mingled, Valentina would love a place like this was Tucker's first thought the moment he entered.

"This is more my speed," Tucker said, taking in the lively scene.

Armyn beamed. "Told ya! Let's grab a drink."

As they sat at the bar, Armyn regaled Tucker with epic stories of his escapades in Gloutvile – some stupid, some outright outrageous. Tucker listened, entertained by his new friends...unique way of life.

As the night wore on, they played a few rounds of less-risky games, enjoyed the music, and even shared stories of their pasts – Tucker more reserved, Armyn an open book.

The unlikely duo found common ground in their shared appreciation for life's simpler pleasures, despite their vastly different backgrounds.

When the time came to leave, Armyn slapped Tucker on the back."You've got a good soul T, if demons can be said to have one," he finished.

Tucker smiled. "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself, for a troublemaking incubus."

As they strolled through the streets, the city's usual hustle resumed around them.

"You know, I always thought my life was about the next big score, the next gamble," Armyn mused. "But tonight... I don't know, it felt different. Like maybe there's more to it."

Tucker glanced at him, noting the thoughtful expression on Armyn's face. "Sometimes it takes a wild night to see things a bit clearer. Just be careful with your gambles."

Armyn chuckled. "I'll try, though I can't make any promises."

As they reached a crossroads, Armyn turned to Tucker. "Hey, if you ever need a partner in crime – or, well, a partner in not-crime, I guess – give me a shout, alright?"

"I'll keep that in mind," Tucker replied, extending his hand.

They shook hands, sealing their unlikely friendship.

As they parted ways, Tucker couldn't help but reflect...the day had been pretty unique, first meeting Lilith at the Park, having a coincidental run-in with Armyn...and then meeting Summer and Dia.

Thinking of them, he checked his phone and saw three new contacts, that was, of course, Summer, Dia and Armyn...now he had six contacts altogether.

As he looked up at the dark sky, lit only by the distant glow of Hell's ever-burning fires, Tucker realized that his journey through this nightmarish realm was shaping him in ways he never expected.

Friendships were being formed, alliances made, and through it all, he was discovering a side of himself that had lain dormant for centuries.

With a smile, Tucker continued his walk, it wouldn't be long now, until he made his way to Pentagram City, he wondered what awaited him there...