Once they reached the bar, Pestilence seemed to be in a better mood. Perhaps the sudden mood shift was a result of his recent meddling with brain chemicals (which was causing an epidemic of mental disorders amongst the humans). At least that is what he tried to convince himself of. Whatever it was, he wasn't going to think about it.
"Well, what would everyone like?" He walked behind the bar (That demon bartender had been missing for days) and looked at Famine. "Still fond of Red?" He pulled a dusty bottle out from under the counter. "What about you kid? DEATH?" He began to pull glasses and random bottles out. In one he poured a little of each alcohol. "What'll it be?"