Hundred Word Wander – Juice

She never did like mornings. Her long, copper hair felt the heat as well as any wire, especially beneath the covers.

So she got up, and checked the fridge.

“Hey, Belzeroth!”

She rolled her eyes as Belzeroth announced his arrival with the usual hail of brimstone, soot and washing up liquid.

“We’re out of juice,” she continued. “Fix it.”

“Bleeeeargh!”

“Yeah, well, you owe me for pizza.”

BZOOMF! Demon™ brand juice zapped into her hand, and Belzeroth zapped out to avoid doing the dishes.

She shook her head, taking a sip of the sickly sweet juice.

“Fuckin’ demon roommates, man.”

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