The next morning, the clouds still had not completely dispersed. This was actually to give tourists a pleasant beachgoing environment; after all, ultraviolet rays were too intense and could easily cause sunburn, while weather that was neither sunny nor overcast was just right.
After getting up in the morning, the children changed into their swimsuits and prepared to go play on the beach. The adults also slathered themselves in thick sunscreen, ready to sunbathe on the shore.
Those who had no interest in going into the water and did not want to lie bored on lounge chairs soaking up the sun decided to have a few drinks at Lucifer's bar and, while they were at it, figure out how his bar had somehow ended up on the verge of bankruptcy less than half a month after opening.
Come to think of it, it was no easy feat for an Archangel second only to God to open one bar after another, only for each one to fail. Especially Hal and Schiller, who had previously advised Lucifer on his bar business—they both really wanted to know how he had managed it.
That was right. Lucifer's bar in Seaside City had not lasted three months either. That was precisely why he had decided that this bar in Gotham would serve only supernatural beings.
"I've gained an even deeper understanding of just how chaotic and insane humans can be." On the way to the bar, Lucifer shook his head and said, "I don't know where they find so many things to argue about, and I don't know why the first thing those drunks did upon seeing an Angel descend was throw a bottle at me."
"What else could it be?" Hal said disdainfully. "You said they were drunks. They'd only think they saw an