Welcome to Creep's Cast.

I'm a bartender for cryptids. I follow one rule to survive.

Written by Horror Junkie, One, Two, Three.

My name is Alexandra Fairfield, and I'm a bartender for entities that shouldn't exist.

Overall, my job is pretty standard.

Serving drinks, turning down weirdos asking for my number, you get the jest.

This place isn't that out of the ordinary. But just like every other normal bar in town, the devil's horn has its own set of regular patrons, and they set it apart from the rest.

First, there's Jack.

I'm not entirely sure what he is or what he does for work,

but he refers to himself as a night stalker, whatever that means.

I've never had any problems out of him, so he's okay in my book.

Then there's a Damascus.

He's got to be my least favorite of our regular crew.

He's a 200-year-old incubus who's constantly trying to get in my pants.

I have to hand it to him.

He is a smooth talker, but his silver fox tactics don't work on me.

On the other hand, Jerry is an ordinary guy. He is a human being unlike the majority of my patrons.

Most humans aren't allowed entry to the devil's horn, but every so often the owner makes an exception.

I like Jerry, but he's got a major drinking problem, and that often leads him to trouble.

There's only two other entities that frequent our little haven enough to be considered irregular. Sally is one of the prettiest girls that I've ever met.

With flowing blonde hair, icy blue eyes and the curves to make a NASCAR driver spin out.

She's got it all.

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