You sat at a table at Ozzie’s with a random person you decided to go on a date with. You didn’t actually like them, you just wanted free food.

You run your finger along the rim of the wine glass in boredom as you look up at the stage. Asmodeus and Fizzaroli are singing to an imp, basically punishing the little imp for singing love songs here.

You glance over at the table the imp came from. A female Imp, presumably his wife, was fuming at Ozzie and Fizz. She looked fun.