fallin1 | ( open post. ) retired

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.

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