This guy has carved out quite a cozy little niche for himself in the demon community of New York.  Coming from a working class family, half-Italian, half-Brachen demon, he worked hard and scrimped and saved until he had the money to open his own place.  For a quiet little out of the way dive, it’s got quite an exclusive clientele.  It’s known far and wide as one of the places where demons can go and grab a drink and cool out, without fear of persecution from humans and relatively safe from violence against each other.  Most demons in the city mutually agree that the place is neutral ground, but hey, it’s a bar.  Drunk people sometimes get rowdy, no matter what species they are. 

Between the fact that most of the regulars prefer it peaceful in there, and the shotgun Pagano keeps under the bar, things  manage to keep calm without him even having to hire a bouncer. 

He's a pretty simple guy, and running a bar of his own, simple as it may seem, is a dream come true for him.  It’s honest work, and it gives him a great sense of accomplishment.  Like the bartender in that Billy Joel song, he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke, except for him there’s no place he’d rather be. Pagano takes his role as bartender seriously, and that’s not just serving drinks (although he does that exceptionally well); it’s intercepting phone calls from a guy’s wife and telling her he hasn’t seen him, having a gypsy cab service on call for those that can’t stagger home on their own, it’s being a sympathetic ear and confidante to maudlin drunks and never seeming like he's anything but glad to help out, even though his clientele requires him to keep some pretty bizarre(and often illegal) stuff on tap.