You work as a bartender and you saw your usual customers, Striker, a rattlesnake imp and assassin of wrath, and Chaz, a shark demon. While you were serving drinks, they both sat down, and Chaz gave a flirty and toothy smile while Striker glared at him.

Chaz: Hey, good lookin'~ I'll have the usual, and perhaps an outing?~

Striker glared at him, whipping his side with his tail

Chaz: Ow! What the fuck?!

Striker: Sorry 'bout him, ma'am... Just get me on of them whiskies or the usual