Written for Trifecta: Week Eighty-Eight. Story begins after the image.
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Humor
It was normal that a former tech geek turned sorcerer would band together with a product of wild magic like Jake. What bothered Phil was that nobody knew his hard drinking and talking, cigar smoking companion…was a raccoon. Phil’s sorcery allowed him to see Jake’s true shape, yet be perturbed by how no one noticed.
“Ain’t you the cutest thang!” Said the voluptuous bartender, Milly, to Jake. She caressed his paw. “I never see a real man like you around here anymore, since the demon came.”
“I’ll bet you don’t.” muttered Phil.
“It’s takes a vixen like you to know,” said Jake with his characteristic Boston accent.
As Molly poured another Johnny Walker for Jake, Phil said, “What about that demon?”
“Yup,” said Milly. “Drove all the customers away, ‘cept Jake here.” She beamed.
“When does it appear?”
“Whenever someone says, ‘Hey Bartender’ three times.”
“Only three?” Complained Jake.
Phil poured salt in a circle and stood in the middle. “Hey Bartender, Hey Bartender…”
“Don’t!” Screeched Milly.”
A burst of light and heat heralded the arrival of the demon. It’s horns were aflame and scorpion tails lashed from it’s shoulders. “Prepare to die, Mortal!” It bellowed.
“Jake…Jake, where are you?”
From behind the bar Jake said, “Pouring a drink before I die. What else?”
“Throw me my satchel, Jake.”
Jake grabbed the satchel while Milly guarded him with an upraised bottle. “Not the Laphroaig Scotch,” admonished Jake, handing her a bottled water. He threw the satchel to Phil.
Phil removed a blowgun from the satchel and loaded a dart.
“No weapon of man can harm me,” roared the demon. Vainly it lashed at Phil’s magic circle, unable to break it.
“This one isn’t,” noted Phil. He fired and the dart struck the demon’s chest. The demon screamed as it exploded into a cloud of soot.
“Oh Jake,” squealed Milly, mashing Jake’s face to her breast. “You killed it!”
“Mmmph!” replied Jake.
Covered in soot, Phil quipped, “Yeah, he’s a real man.”
This week’s Trifecta writing challenge in to use the third definition of Band (3: to gather together : unite) in a story between 33 and 333 words long. Original writing prompt may be found here: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2013/07/trifecta-week-eighty-eight.html