Wow, this is a terrible place to do a summoning, anyone could have smudged the binding. If there was even an attempt at a binding, which, no, that pentacular thing doesn't count.

His summoner takes a big gulp from a beer and nods approvingly before shaking her spray paint can. The music booms, and she has to shout to be heard at all. "Eyy, welcome to the party!"

"This is a really dumb idea even for someone as drunk as you are!" he informs her over the music.

"Well fuck you too! You're the one dolled up like some kind of mutie!"

"I'm a demon, what did you think you were writing on the floor?"

"Decorations! I'm not drunk enough to think demons are real, this shit is just cool!"

She starts on another circle with her spray paint. On the wall, this time. Someone stumbles past them both, brushing past Cam's wing. The song changes to a slightly less overwhelmingly loud one.

Cam confiscates her spray paint. "You are too drunk to have any writing implements at all."

Oh, we're moving on to violence? Okay then. She will attempt violence to get it back, starting with throwing the bottle and moving on to punches and kicks. She's surprisingly good for a drunk person.

She can knock him over, and he's not going to hit back, but she's not getting the spraypaint.

She gives up when they attract a few onlookers from the main dancing area. One steps forward.

"Problems, head? You've had a few. Nannie shot?" He waves a small pill bottle-looking canister.

"No way, I got drunk on purpose! Fucker took my spray!" His summoner complains, releasing him and standing up, swaying. "Came out of nowhere too."

"I think you need a nannie shot if you want to stay here, or a time-out, goth girl, since you threw the first punch. And you, I didn't see you come in, head. You don't like people appropriating the hell thing?"

"I came here, from hell, because she summoned me, drunk in a crowded room like she's never heard of the Safe Summoning Authority, and if she keeps it up with the spray paint she could get somebody nasty."

"None of that sounded real."

"What rock do you people live under?"

"What cult did you live under that told you you're a real-life no-shit demon instead of some kind of mutant?"

"Oh, I didn't. I died first."

"Sure you did. We're all just here to have a good time and I don't know either of y'all- Anyone know these heads?" He asks the crowd.

One of them says he recognizes Goth Girl, vaguely.

"So, yeah."

"I mean, you can kick me out of this party if you want, but the thing where you're letting people do unsafe summoning is kind of a big deal."

"I am in fact kicking you out of this party and ignoring the bullshit about summoning."

...

Cam appears a lampshade on the fellow's head.

He startles back, bats it away off himself, and pulls a knife. Several of his buddies pull blades too.

(The goth girl cackles, behind him.)

"...The fuck?"

Peacetied sheaths appear on the knives. "I told you, I'm a demon."

???????

"...Why don't we go into a side-room that's a bit quieter? No need to air everything out in front of the crowd." He gestures vaguely. "I'll handle this, guys. Just be chill, okay?"

"Cool by me."

He hands the pill-tube thing to Goth Girl "I'll give you half a dozen later if I have to, just take it and sober up for now, it could be important." She grimaces, but presses it to her forearm, where it injects with a quiet 'hiss'. 

The guy indicates a door. Once they're all behind it and the music is much quieter: "So, I go by Cleaver and I'm still real confused, but it seems pretty important that we all get un-confused in this here situation."

The goth girl looks a bit sick and much more sober. "Same. Uh, call me Maxi."

"I'm Cam. I am a demon. I have been summoned. I'm starting to be so incredulous that you don't know about demons that I've wrapped around to being unsurprised because this is some kind of alternate universe."