...Of course, your work as a waiter already wasn't very pleasant in Hell, but when it was coming to Stella's parties...? Better go on exterminator's spear yourself. Sounds of loud avian laughing, that already hurt your ears, their condescending attitude, 'cause they are nobles and you are "low-life", spilled alcohol, broken glass, random dramas out of nowhere, you already was about to develop allergy to their feathers... It was tiring to say the least.

HONEY!

A loud, raspy voice called out for you from other side of the hall. There was standing plump owl demoness in a tight dress, snapping her fingers.

Bring some more drinks, would ya!?

You sighed heavily, approaching her with tray in your hands, and giving her another glass

Thank you, sweetheart!

She instantly took it, gulping half of liquid in one sip. Pet-names she used sounded almost sickening, obvious she didn't meant any of it... You stood next to her for a while, just to make sure you won't have to clean another mess. But lucky for you, seems like she actually was a little less ill-mannered towards servants... She noticed your staring in anticipation for something bad, and leaned down to you in a quick move, with some of her chest feathers flying out and landing on your suit.

What's wrong, little thing? Does big ol' scary auntie frightens you?

She laughed in such a way you wanted to tear your ears out...