The demonic voice inside of Zane's head had a point. That was what happened when people threw pebbles into puddles. Sighing, Zane sat on a nearby bench. Faintly lit street lamps illuminated the area this evening, their light reflecting off of Zane's far too blonde hair. "Aren't you bored?" Zane asked within the confines of his mind, implying that he was so desperate for things to do he was even settling for throwing rocks into puddles now. "You get bored far too easily. Why not just find something to do? I'll admit this town seems far from pleasant, but there must be at least something entertaining in this dump." Sighing, Zane lifted his hands onto his knees and stood up from the bench. Placing his hands into the pocket of his coat he'd begin to walk down the street once again. He walked and walked, passing by mostly residential areas. He was definitely on the wrong side of the city if he was looking for some kind of nightlife activity. It was past midnight by now.
Zane's search would eventually bear fruit though, his eyes being attracted to the only pub in the entire neighborhood. This place actually seemed to be rather well taken care of. "By Oak standard anyways." Beelzebub commented, interrupting Zane's third person inner monologue. The blonde man nodded at his demonic companion, a smile creeping up on his face as his hand reached for the door of the establishment. In this building he was sure to meet exciting people, all engaging in exciting things and having an exciting time. Were his expectations out of check considering he was going to a rather small pub in an almost purely residential area at a late hour? Yes. Stepping in, Zane's eyes found only a handful of customers remaining, a fair portion of them seeming rather old. At the moment none of the people were doing anything interesting. They all looked tired. Zane couldn't even pick up on the sounds of idle chatter anywhere. To his knowledge it seemed nobody was even talking, let alone doing anything else. Zane took a deep exhale. "I can salvage this." he thought, Beelzebub immediately preparing himself to recoil in embarrassment, though as a soul that simply resided in someone's head he didn't really have a body to recoil. Zane headed up towards the counter for now.
Zane propelled himself off the ground with a clang of his steel boots, taking a jump that was far too long and extravagant for the simple purpose of getting up on a stool. Landing on the stool proved rather difficulty as well considering that Zane overshot his jump. Zane's hands had to quickly hang on to the sides so he could properly adjust himself onto it properly. This whole act had already earned Zane a couple of looks from some of the elderly customers. "It's times like this when I very much wish I could've had literally anyone else as a vessel." Zane's face soured a bit at Beelzebub's comment, ready to go on with an argument inside of his head as he usually would. But Zane had more important things to worry about. Putting a smile on his face instead, Zane looked toward the bartender - a middle aged man who already seemed at least moderately uncomfortable.
"Hey there." Zane said. His hand was soon brought to his chin soon after, thinking about what he had said. "No no, that's too generic... one second, lemme think of a better opening line." Zane turned his stool away from the bartender as he closed his eyes in an attempt to look smarter as he thought of what to say, the poor bartender's face growing increasingly more confused and uncomfortable by the second. Opening his eyes, Zane spun around once again on the barstool, this time going about 90 degrees too far, facing the wall instead of the bartender as he spoke. "You're lucky, sir. Now that someone as famous as me is he-" Zane paused as he realized just where he was facing, quickly readjusting himself to actually face forward. His entire plan had been messed up now and he wasn't even able to continue on with what he was going to say. Giving up on winning over everyone in the establishment with his amazing and charming (source pending) personality, he'd go with a more foolproof method of making everyone like him instead. "I'm buying for everyone!" Zane called out, though most of the pub still didn't seem too excited - most of them still just seemed tired.
Zane paid up to the bartender and sighed, placing his elbows on the counter and his hand on his head. The bartender took the chance to get everyone a drink as a way to get as far away from Zane as he could for the time being. "That went well." Zane nodded slightly. "There's no way we can salvage this alone, Beelzebub. All I can hope for at this point is that someone who was already here was impressed enough by everything I did that they liven up."
"I really wouldn't bet on it."