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1. You ran full speed into the glass door with your Patron and yelled "FEEL THE RHYTHM, FEEL THE RHYME"

2. You ripped my door off of the hinges, kicked it in half and then proceeded to throw it into the elevator because i wouldn't order in the take out you wanted.

3. That's it. Consider this an intervention. Penthouse, one hour or I start drinking without you.

4. text him!

You are aware that's not how interventions work.

It's how this one's working. Are you coming or do I have to go out there and collect you?

I'm not certain if that's a threat or not.

I'd hate to not keep you on your toes.

Well?

Look outside, Morningstar. It's still day.

Collecting you it is then. Are you still living in that dreary old place like last time?

[ It's a good thing he has a convertible. And a fire retardant blanket. Should do the trick. ]

I took a page out of your book. I'm in a penthouse suite. Your version of dreary seems to be anything not glitzy.

So you can teach an old dog new tricks. Send me the address and I'll bring the good stuff.

Give me a few more centuries and I'll bedazzle you yet.

[ Maybe literally if the detective's tiny human gets involved. Wouldn't that be a sight? ]

[Don't you threaten him with children, Satan.]

I'm not certain if 'the good stuff' is worth having to put up with you in whatever mood you're in.

[ No children? What would he like to be threatened with then? He has an assortment of goodies. ]

That's the last time I buy you something from the old country then. Here I thought I was doing you a favor.

I could just as easily stay in and leave you to mope in the shadows.

[ No, he'll never admit it but he ~~needs~~ wouldn't mind the ~~attention~~ company. ]

[Slippery slope, Luci.]

I am not a child. I do not mope. I'm remembering.

[Lucifer couldn't exist without attention.]

[ Care to tumble down it with him? ]

Could have fooled me.

Angsting about it on your own isn't going to do any good. Might as well share the time at least with someone else?

[ That may be but this isn't his intervention, so there. And look, growth, right? He's reaching out. Linda would be proud. Maybe a little horrified.

Someone should probably call her, honestly. ]

[Now he's threatening him with a good time? Rudest.]

I have a feeling you're attempting to put me in a mood to get up to mischief when the sun goes down. Am I wrong?

[Linda could handle Satan and Amenadiel and God. Could she handle Dracula?]

[ It's almost criminal. Someone should arrest him. He has handcuffs that can be borrowed if need be. ]

Little old me get up to mischief with a dear old friend? It's like you don't know me at all.

I'm hurt.

[ Well, they could always find out. ]

[They both know handcuffs won't do a bloody thing.]

And this is where you not lying comes in quite handy, because you haven't said that isn't your intent. Wicked little devil.

[ No, but it could still be fun for a little while. ]

You're quite right about that.

Don't pretend you don't enjoy it. And you still haven't given me an address. Who's the wicked one now?

[... Point.]

You're the all-knowing sinful fallen angel. Are you telling me getting an address of one measly vampire is beyond your means?

[ Plus, he has much better things than easily-escapable handcuffs if the occasion calls for it. Also, excuse him while he rolls his eyes at that incredibly stereotypical description of him. ]

Measly is hardly the word I'd use in describing you. Though it's hardly the point.

[ Is that the elevator coming up? Oh dear me, isn't the man in the lobby doing his job? ]

You know you really should look in to who your door man owes favors to. Anyone could have just waltzed right in.

[Of course...

That earns Lucifer a roll of his eyes before there's a small smile teasing the corner of his mouth.]

It seems 'anyone' just did. Well, then. Make yourself at home.

Don't mind if I do. Now, where do you keep the good glasses?

I brought something special.

[ Palinka, to be precise. He waltzes in, bottle held in one hand, and gives an appreciative look around. ] You've been busy.

I approve.

As opposed to those plastic red cups you toss around at your... parties?

[He took a small sniff, picking up the lingering scents that whirled around Lucifer. He always enjoyed being around the man, if only for the myriad of scents to pick up on -- not that Satan didn't smell delicious himself.]

I live for your approval.

Only at some parties. It's a game, and you need those little cups.

[ He gives a knowing smirk when he catches that sniff out of the corner of his eyes. Is he preening? Possibly a bit. ]

I do hope you live for a bit more than that, not that I can't be gracious.

[ He finds two good glasses (no thanks to someone), opens the bottle and pours out two to set on the table. ]

Well? Don't just stand there. Daylight's burning.

Is that concern I hear about my longevity? From Beelzebub himself? Be still my slowly beating heart.

[Reaching forward, he picks up the glass assigned as his, taking a sniff with it closer to his nose, picking up all those mixed scents with that flavor of Lucifer lingering over everything. Vlad had come to find that the stronger he could smell Lucifer, the more... interesting of an evening he generally had. It seemed the Devil had something in mind.]

Daylight always burns. It is a constant, and at least one thing I can rely on, mm? So, what does his Royal Wickedness wish to toast to?

You're the best company I know. Why be still? I'm certain we could find something to speed it up a little.

[ The smirk that graces his features is wicked indeed, but Vlad always inspires the urge for misdeeds in him. Or perhaps they inspire each other. ]

Indeed. Hmm, you know, I have no idea. The unexpected? An adventure? We can see where the night leads us.

[ He raises his glass. ]

You seem to be in a mood. I expect that's why you called in the first place.

[He raised his own, clinking it lightly against Lucifer's, then taking a sip.]

I think you enjoy playing with me here because you're bored of waiting for me to wind up in Hell.

A mood. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

[ Lucifer takes a sip of his after the glasses clink gently, and smiles. ]

Oh, but that would hardly do me a service. You in Hell, that is. I've flown the coop, or didn't you hear? Free as a bird, they say. In my case, a rather flightless one now.

But it serves my purpose.

please get up and help me figure out how i woke up on the floor with my head under a couch

[ What is it with the smaller and more helpless types? He keeps running into them. They keep needing supervision of some kind. As if he's qualified for that sort of thing. ]

Yes, of course, I'm coming. Do relax.

[for the record, kurt is (mostly) an adult or else he probably wouldn't be in this situation. because, you know, only a true grown person could get their head stuck under a couch.]

ugh fine
i'll just keep staring at the underside of the sofa!
totally relaxing!

have you suddenly become unable to simply "poof" yourself out from a sticky situation?

funny thing about that--
whatever i'm touching or vice-versa ends up teleporting with me
so that makes it a bit more difficult

I had no idea it worked that way. Interesting.

oh, yes, absolutely riveting.
maybe we could discuss it more after i'm out?

[... or might lucifer already be standing somewhere he can't see? he's hoping that's not the case.]

Certainly. Just a moment.

[ He's maybe been standing there a moment, but there is something to be said about enjoying the moment. When might this happen again? Probably never. He lifts the couch up with one hand quite easily. ]

Out you come.

[kurt waits patiently, though, unbeknownst to him that lucifer is already in the room. his tail flicks absently while he lays there and the other man enjoys the moment, but as soon as the sofa lifts, he scrambles backward, plopping onto his rear with his head turned.]

Thank you, [he breathes, relief clear in his tone as he rubs his neck.]

[Lucifer had said there was something important to show him at Lux and Carl trusted him enough to at least to go see what it was about. He stepped into the nightclub seeing exactly about as much as he was expecting from today-- overnight it had transformed once again with women and drinks reflecting the occasion. Red dresses on dancers. Cherries in glasses. More Carl didn't really care to pay attention to.

He continued to the back between the bar and where the piano was. Usually that's where he found the man claiming to be the Devil or where he was found by him.]

[ Lucifer had sent the message hours ago. Now, he didn't typically consider himself to be impatient, and yet here he was, anxiously awaiting his arrival. Usually he'd be found at the piano, but today was different.

He leaned up a bit from where he sat on the plush sofa, shooing away a lovely lady who he might just have to invite up later. Nevermind the gentleman just going by. He takes a sip of his drink, pushing forward to set it on the table in front of him, and smiles widely. ]

Ah, yes, there he is: man of the hour! Have a seat.

[There's a lesson here: patience is a virtue or something like that. Truth is, Carl had some work - a couple chores, one or two errands - to complete before he could allow himself the free time to show up. The kid was responsible like that.

In any case, when he saw no one at the piano, his first clue to was the women who brushed by him. Something about her body language struck him as odd, and far as he knew from the times in here before people were usually enjoying themselves. Moodiness didn't fit with that. Which is why he turned around to see what upset her.

Of course who else would he see other than the owner of the bar. Can't say he is surprised by that. Lucifer had a pull with everyone, even Carl felt drawn to know who exactly he was. Didn't take much for him to put two and two together and see that he interrupted something, but not wanting to think on it more, offers a nod and walks over and sits down as he's told anyway.]

Okay. But why is it important to see me? [Being called the one of the hour doesn't make him comfortable.]

[ There could be many lessons to be learned, but the chief one is that Carl needs to relax.

He hadn't interrupted anything, except what she thought was going to happen, but this wasn't about Lucifer. This was about the young man come to visit him. ]

Because, tonight is about you. Is all of the boring stuff done? No more chores or tasks to do? No errands? Good! [ He claps his hands together, continuing on without waiting for a response. ]

Time to relax. Get yourself a drink and a girl. Or a boy. Or a girl and a boy!

[Relax may not be in his vocabulary anymore - least of all when in a bar that sometimes feel more like a strip club (not that he would know for sure! but) more than anything else he can picture.

He is not quite sure he isn't. But that lady is gone now and she's out of mind. Lucifer's reason for calling him here has some intrigue so he wants to hear it. It's just that he isn't so sure what to make of it when it is laid out there because it's not what he was expecting.

Maybe, he thought, this was about another gun or two. That comment about girls and boys makes his face twist with uncertainty to what to say. He looks back, blinking.

Lucifer won't find a response to the first part anyway because Carl's mind can focus on one awkward thing at a time. Ah ha. He shifts awkwardly in his seat before finding any response to that.]

Is that what this is? You didn't really have to... I tried drinking once a long time ago, but I didn't like it at all. And I can't just bring myself to bring myself to g-get a girl just like that.

[Some could say Carl is a very dull boy.]

Maybe I can try to relax though. I am done chores.

Well, as long as it isn't cosmos, then I'm sure we can find you something, hm?

[ He laughs at the comment, and leans back, arm wrapping around the young man's shoulders. ] Well of course I did! You weren't going to, were you?

Why not? What's stopping you from going up to one of any of these ravishing young men or women and just---introducing yourself?

You said it yourself, chores are done for the day. All work and no play makes Carl a very dull boy indeed.

I'm sure what it was. It was a long time ago now. You wouldn't have soda, would you?

[He tries not to seem highly uncomfortable with the arm wrapped around his shoulder and the suggestions put in words, but he stiffs up despite his better attempt anyway.] I mean it, though.

A lot of reasons. Like not knowing what we have in common. I don't think I like, um, how they're comfortable in this environment. I mean, it's not the worst place I've seen. It's just not my thing.

Maybe I'm just dull...

Maybe this isn't the place I wanna meet a girl. [he amends.]

Soda is a start I suppose. [ He waves someone over to take the young man's order.

Ugh. Humans, even tiny ones like Carl, always make things needlessly complicated with feelings and emotions and all sorts of other hang ups. It's no wonder they don't get anything else done in their short lives. ]

Well, I didn't say don't not talk with them. But that doesn't mean one has to be going home empty handed at the end of the night. [ Lucifer looks around the place, brows knitting together briefly as he does. He doesn't see anything particularly wrong with this place, but well--- ]

Right. If not here, tell me where it is that you'd prefer to go. To meet girls or hang out?

[ Progress, right? Linda would be proud. He's trying at least. ]

[Carl shrugs, smiling on the one side with an eye. He gets that Lucifer may be disappointed by that. They're just two different kinds of people though and he's trying to being truthful and uncompromising in that.

It's much appreciated that the devil puts his order in. And it's not lost on his ear when he hears some compromise too.]

Well, um. I can talk to them. I'm not really looking for anything from them though. [Ain't that the truth. He has a lot of hang ups and one of them remains firmly that the idea of sex be with someone special.

And to answer that. It's a nightclub, Lucifer. Kids usually end up places like the movies. Carl, however, isn't sure where it is he would prefer to go.]

To meet girls? Dunno. Any where they're my age. [as a start.]

[ Lucifer does have the capacity to compromise, though his brothers might disagree. Hardly fair to forget that about him, really. He's a great negotiator. He's been around long enough for it, after all.

He hums thoughtfully, as he continues, offering the occasional nod. ]

Right, so that takes this place off the list in short order. So we need a new place, and you need a wingman, which makes this perfect.

So, we finish our drinks, and head off to find a place for tiny humans like yourself.

[As far as Carl can judge with how he's seen Lucifer behave, it's somewhere on the line of a fair compromise for them both.

Still, he has to think of what he just got himself into, and force a nod.]

Okay. We'll finish the drinks first, then think where to go. [He hopes that will give him the time to get his head around...this. All of it.

When his soda arrives, he sips on it quickly, calm his nervous with the sugar intake, then slows down the second he realizes he shouldn't be so quick to get it out of the way.]

[ No, he should definitely drink it faster. Then they can go on an adventure together. ]

Sounds like a fine plan. I'll order another one for myself.

[ It isn't as if he'll get drunk so easily. It takes much, much more to do that. ]

Alright. Yeah. You should.

[No way. He's definitely drinking it slower. Eventually though, he reaches the bottom of the glass. Carl sets his eye on Lucifer to see where he is with the alcoholic drink.

He swallows.]

I guess, I'm ready, any time you are?

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