Demon, Old Man & Bar

Three men and a woman are riding in a jalopy on a quest. One man is old and fairly fat. The other two are his sons, the woman is young, apparently a friend of theirs. I am a demon, invisible to them yet secretly in intimate terms with the young woman. The young woman is slim with small proportions. I sit in front of the car facing her. The harrowing wind as the jalopy speeds up on the road does not affect me. As I said, I am a demon.

The old man is rather a systematic drunkard. It is obvious he likes the drink but he never becomes hopelessly drunk. The old man visits a bar in town on this journey and meets with a famous bartender there.

Skip a few years later this old man sold lottery information to another bar owner in a big city. Strangely enough the lottery winning card had the picture of the famous bartender whom he met years ago. The bar owner who has won the lottery goes to cash-in his lottery ticket at the bank next to his bar. Overjoyed from his very luxurious winning, the bartender hands over the bar ownership to the old man as a thank you present.

I the demon, wander through this high ceiling, lavishly furnished room owned by the old man and his family - bought from the proceeds of his new bar business. I am looking for some intimate time with the woman who stays here as well in a separate room.