"I don't drink."

"It's a weird bar, I bought a bunch of textbooks."

Slow blink. "Why does a bar sell textbooks?"

"No idea. Want to come pick out something you'd like?"

"This'll be one for story night. Why not."

Inside!

"Eugh," the angel says of Cam.

Cam glances in his direction and doesn't say anything.

It's honestly kind of reassuring that people from the future still have stupid forms of racism. He pulls out some of the money he had Ister make him and hands it to the angel.

The angel doesn't take it. "Is that paper money? What am I supposed to do with it, pay the demon?"

"No, the bar. Takes money for things. Cam might also make you things if you refer to him by name rather than by species, but I gather this is a long-standing thing and honestly until my little brother gets over his feud with the nation of France I can't even judge you so I was assuming you'd rather buy things from the bar."

"There's nobody there."

"Bar, can you recommend me a drink?"

Here is something amber in a frosted glass.

The angel gestures at Cam in wordless annoyance.

"Uh, you can hand the Bar a note asking for something and keep an eye on Cam to verify he hasn't copied and peeked at the note, if you want to verify they're different people."

"I have seen this TV show, thanks but no thanks."

He has his drink. 

"I'm not that racist."

"You have to stop being at all racist before I can start judging people for being racist. Do you want anything from the demon that takes currency and prefers to manifest as a bar, or not?" he says to the angel.

"No."

"Okay. Have a nice day."

The angel waits impatiently to be dismissed.

The angel can be dismissed. 

And he's gone.

"Bar, are there things you can do which demons can't, by any chance?"