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[fallin1]

We all wear masks
some with makeup
some with smiles
some with wives or husbands
cars or clothes
we hide from the world
and ourselves
we hide from out truths
behind our eyes.

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[fallin1]

[ 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.

[carltoaction]

[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.]

[fallin1]

[ 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. ]

[carltoaction]

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?