A soul for a friend.

Chapter 2 - ...So a teen tried to summon a demon, but not for power?

"...I'm sorry... What?" My coat was off my shoulders and thrown to the side somewhere, I felt more relaxed.
A bottle of whiskey sat between us, we couldn't get drunk but it still tasted good to us.
"You heard me, a kid put in a request for a summoning. A mortal kid. But it's not for power or anything. I can't remember off the top of my head what it was for."
"So why did you bring me in then? Isn't that normally your speciality when it comes to summonings?"
He sighed loudly. He was clearly frustrated with this and you didn't have to have a look at just his body language for this.
"It doesn't involve anything revenge based." He whines, grunting and mumbling in the process. Sometimes he acts like such a child, having a paddy and hitting and kicking things if he has a tantrum. This was also brought up at the last meeting with everyone so maybe he's been working on that and not just his extensive and very creative cursing.
"I still do not understand why you had to bring me into all of this mess."
He waves his hand at me, dismissing me.
"I'm going to use that favour you owe me from that 1756 incident I covered up." He grins expectantly at me.
"You used up that favour when you needed help with that 1804 incident with that angry maid or something."
"Ah shi-... erm... yeah... that..." he stares at his glass, maybe for inspiration or looking for a memory. "1877?"
I look over to him and think. "Art gallery." I remind him
He grumbles a bit and takes a swig of his whiskey.
"1982!" He sits up quickly and slams his glass on the table. He's really pushing for this and trying to win.
"The affair of that rich guy." But I remind him once more.
His excitement is quickly gone and he sinks back into his chair. "Bit-...fuc-....dang it..."
I'm impressed so far at how much he's controlling himself and his language.
"I don't owe you anything," I chuckle and take a sip of my glass. "All is repaid."
"Aha!" He jumps out of his seat and points his finger in my face, I move his hand to the side with the back of my hand.
"What is it?" I look up at him.
"2006." He grins. He's got me there, I owe him a favour after that.
I chuckle a bit at him. "Fine, you've got me. Hand me the kid's file, request and you know the rest. I'll sort it out for you."
His toothy grin is all I see looking back at me. He must have really not wanted this request.
I hold my hand out for the file and he reciprocates it by summoning the file up. A large flame bursts and quickly diminishes from his palm where a file now sits. I take it off of him and have a skim through it.
"Wow this kid is as clean as a whistle so far. I'll look into this more in my office or at home." I start to get up out of the chair and grab my case to put the file in. I place it neatly inside then close it up.
"I'll sort this out for you as quick as I can, got that?" I turn back to him as I start to slip my coat on.
"Got it." Again with that stupid grin plastered on his face.