Page 167 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Azazel. Go on and tell them we’re coming in. Make sure Tanze and Underwood are ready to go.” Mr. Heiss smiled with a sickening sweetness. “I have to get my adorable little flesh bag to safety.”

“On it, boss!” Azazel obediently stalked over to the entrance to speak to the bouncer.

“Fuck you!” Indy planted his feet firmly on the ground and locked his legs. “I am not letting you go without me! You know I can just call Dill and have him kick your ass!”

“So can I!” Gammy declared. “One banishment coming right up!”

“Get ’em, Gammy!”

“Indy. Sonnenschein,” Mr. Heiss pleaded with clear exasperation. “I am trying to protect you.”

“He has me and Dill and Aodnait to keep him safe!” Gammy challenged. “Why not let us help, hmm?”

“Absolutely not. I am not going to—”

“That is not Mr. Heiss!” the bouncer suddenly shouted, nearly doubling over in laughter. “That guy actually looks kinda cool. Mr. Heiss is a total douche!”

Mr. Heiss had a new target for his anger, and he slowly turned around. “Excuse me…?”

“Right.” Azazel grimaced. “So, uh, he doesn’t actually believe that you’re Mr. Heiss.”

“Please.” Mr. Heiss snarled, letting go of Indy and taking a step forward. “Allow me to make a proper introduction—”

“Oh! Indigo Summers!” the bouncer suddenly gushed, waving frantically. “Holy shit! Hi!”

Indy peeked out from around Mr. Heiss. “Oh! Hey!” He wiggled his fingers in a little wave. “Always so nice to meet a fan!”

“I loved your Dripping in Diamonds show! The way you popped out of the ceiling? All those flips?” The bouncer grinned. “I came back three times!”

“Hope you came too,” Indy purred playfully.

Mr. Heiss snarled.

“O-oh, well, I—” The bouncer scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously.

Indy strolled forward, brushing right by Mr. Heiss. He bent at his hips to stick out his chest, asking coyly, “How about you let me and my friends in, hmm? I promise they’re cool even if they look like total narcs. Come on…” He winked. “I’ll put in a good word with Nyp for you. He and I are such good friends.”

“Really? Wow! Yeah! Of course you are!” The bouncer beamed and immediately moved aside. “Come right on in! You’re gonna love it. Tell the bartender that Hops sent you and you’ll get a free drink!” He scowled at Mr. Heiss and Azazel. “Yeah, but hey, gonna be watching you two.”

Mr. Heiss huffed and then let out a small, angry grunt. “By all accounts, this should be my club. And you—” He pointed at the bouncer. “—should be answering to me, you foul, idiotic, little sack of skin.”

“Easy, kitten.” Indy petted Mr. Heiss’s chest. “You wanted inside and look at that! We can go inside now! Yay!”

“It shouldn’t even be up for fucking debate!”

“Shall we?”

Mr. Heiss made a frustrated sound, glared at the bouncer, and shouted, “Fine! Because killing all of you is too much fucking work!”

The patrons waiting in line stared.

The bouncer did not appear impressed.

“Come along, baby,” Indy cooed. “You can be my bodyguard.”

Mr. Heiss seethed and growled. “I’m going to guard your body right into a corner and fucking wreck you for this.”

“Later, baby. We’ve got work to do.” Indy preened as he strolled into the club on Mr. Heiss’s arm. He blew the bouncer a kiss as he opened the doors for them, swinging his hips as they strolled inside.