That evening the bar was not crowded. The smell of alcohol, which was saturated with every square centimeter of a spacious room, however, remained strong, which meant the enviable popularity of the institution in the rest of the time.
Two people sat at the bar, sipping dark beers from intricately decorated glass mugs.

— Ha-ha-ha! — the man in black laughed loudly, endowing his interlocutor with an extremely charming grin, which can hardly be called a smile, but there was a certain sincerity in it. — Your knowledge is adorable. Do I really have such a bad reputation? Huh, they called me a some kind of a "devil"... Yes, I know what it means, no need to explain. Don't be surprised, I'm not a dumbass. Call me better Cassius, it will be better for the well-being of your psyche.

Before his neighbor could open his mouth to ask another question, Cassius took a sip from his mug and thwarted the attempt.
— Ah-ah, not this time, — he shook his finger in front of the stranger's face. — Now I’m the only one talking. Yes, this name is not quite typical for these places... On the other hand, there is no better way to describe my whole being, right? "Emptiness". Good word. That's pretty much the same name as the others call me... Ah, right, you probably know one of them. That damn reptile hates me, curse him in the dubh. Why are you surprised? Yeah, he is not so calm, far from how he shows himself to people. He's a fucking criminal... well, I'm not a fairy tale unicorn either...

The man's face suddenly changed, as if something bad had visited his thoughts. He silenced for a minute.

— You know, fuck all this. I don't want to let it spoil the mood. Let's order more. Haven't had such a good beer in centuries. And you'll scream less from wounds if you're drunk as hell. What? A deal is a deal.