The pub closed at midnight save for those who were desperate for the drink.
At this time this little bar at the end of the street opened only one dimly lit eye into the night, and with the shades half down she glared drunkenly at the black salty restless sea on this edge of the island.
The sign on the door said closed, the shades were drawn but one little pebble kept her ajar for folk to come in had the need to.
A black devil walked down the island this night and spied purposefully at the door. In a moment he was upon the only rummy in the place. This went unnoticed to Tony the bartender he was shining his glasses with a twisted up old rag.
Devil: Hello Sir.
The rummy didn't hardly move but to look and see if anyone were addressing him.
Devil: I'll give you a moment to compose yourself while I order us a drink.
The rummy perked and straightened his back as best he could, with what little strength and composure he still had from timeless nights he spent hunkered over this table.
In a moment, without any words spoken aloud and only a general glance by the devil, Tony had busied himself with two shots and two snorts of rum and caca powder.