[ He's finished sending the good Doctor on her way because party poopers aren't allowed in his vicinity tonight, the King's spoken and you can fucking well bow to that. He empties his shot glass like he's emptied all the others that have gone before, the three lovely ladies by the bar following his lead, their laughter running like metal gears, a little bit shrill, a little bit odd. It had felt like pushing a heated blade through hot butter when he'd pushed Azrael's Blade into Uriel's gut. There's been a sort of wet, sucking sound, squelching, kind of, and he's never killed anyone before, it's just... very peculiar. These details. The way they flitter about inside his head, like flies on a rotten slab of meat.
Just, bzz, bzz, bzz. Buzzing.
He gets another shot and downs it while the ladies draw away, shifting out of his field of vision. He forgets about them instantly. Doesn't matter. They aren't really here, anyway. Leaning against the bar in a complete slouch, the buttons on his shirt undone and his vest holding it all together because nothing else is currently doing that job, Lucifer lets his gaze glide over the dance floor. Full of shadows, this place, dancing and spinning and bouncing off the walls. Uriel hadn't expected him to do that, he'd said. I didn't see that coming. Despite everything, he hadn't thought nearly lowly enough of him, apparently.
He blinks. Sees someone familiar making his way through the crowd and grins, holding up his shot glass in greeting and yelling over the music: ]
Elio! How good of you to come - there's some great tequila on the menu tonight.
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Just, bzz, bzz, bzz. Buzzing.
He gets another shot and downs it while the ladies draw away, shifting out of his field of vision. He forgets about them instantly. Doesn't matter. They aren't really here, anyway. Leaning against the bar in a complete slouch, the buttons on his shirt undone and his vest holding it all together because nothing else is currently doing that job, Lucifer lets his gaze glide over the dance floor. Full of shadows, this place, dancing and spinning and bouncing off the walls. Uriel hadn't expected him to do that, he'd said. I didn't see that coming. Despite everything, he hadn't thought nearly lowly enough of him, apparently.
He blinks. Sees someone familiar making his way through the crowd and grins, holding up his shot glass in greeting and yelling over the music: ]
Elio! How good of you to come - there's some great tequila on the menu tonight.