fandomtownies | Devil's Nest, Monday

All the umbrellas are messed up now.

Mwaha. Mwahaha.

Lucifer was sitting at the bar, watching Schrodinger mess up the umbrellas. He was wishing he had some popcorn to eat while he watched the weetiny umbrella massacre.

Somewhere upstairs, Mazikeen was swearing revenge.

Neil had a problem.

He desperately needed to keep his father as far away from Fandom as possible. This was not going to be easy, particularly since Mr. Perry was going to be watching his son like a hawk but Neil was gradually forming a plan.

One part of this plan was to see about securing himself a source of income so he could keep the letters home down to a minimum and also so that he didn't extend his father's sense of control over his life but constantly asking his father for money. Also a part time job looked good on the college apps.

So, after flipping through the classifieds, Neil decided to try his luck down at a place called The Devil's Nest. After all, he liked music, liked dancing and they probably had evening shifts which would leave his days free for classwork.

Paper in hand, he found his way -after a few wrong turns- and eventually slid through the front door of the place.

Looking around curiously, Neil slowly approached the bar.

"Umm, Good evening?"

Lucifer tilted his head slightly as he looked over at the young man. A younger version of Wilson. How odd.

"Can I help you?"

Turning his attention to the well dressed blond man, Neil wasn't surprised to find himself assuming that perhaps this gentleman had something to do with the establishment.

Smiling winsomely, Neil stepped towards Lucifer and held out his hand.

"Good evening, Sir. My name is Neil Perry. I'm a student up at the school and I'd like to find some part time work if any is available." Neil was polite and professional, mannerly all the way. "Would I talk to you about an possible positions here or is there someone else I should be asking after?"

"I would be the person you wish to speak to." Lucifer waved toward the empty seat next to him. "Please, have a seat, Mr. Perry."

Neil perked up, obviously pleased to be speaking with the proper person and he moved to sit politely in the offered seat.

"Thank you, Sir." The youth smiled warmly.

Lucifer responded with his usual polite half smile. "What type of job exactly were you looking for?"

Now that was a good question, since Neil knew very little about mixology, though he could pour scotch in a glass and knew just how much water one could use to make it look like you weren't nipping some of your own. Still, that didn't seem to be much of a resume for working the bar.

"Err, well I was wondering if you needed some help in the kitchen or busing the tables?"

"We have no kitchen, nor do we need a busboy," Lucifer said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Despite, or perhaps because, the boy looked like a small version of Wilson, he just had to tease.

"Oh." Neil said in a deflated tone. He looked around the Nest as if trying to think of some other service he could perhaps offer to the establishment but if they didn't need kitchen...err...wait...no kitchen?

Neil looked about ready to ask but then he quickly stopped himself and smiled at Lucifer.

"I'm sorry for having wasted your time then, Sir." He said politely and moved to stand.

Lucifer sighed as he watched the boy move to leave. "We do need a bartender though."

Neil paused and after a blink, he plopped back down into the seat.

"I'm afraid I don't have any experience bartending. I mean, I've served before at the school cafeteria but I've never mixed drinks."

A single blond eyebrow was raised questioningly. "Are you incapable of learning?"

"Oh, I like learning." Neil said with a small gleeful squirm in his chair.

"But I didn't know, I mean...could I learn on the job?"

Lucifer blinked once at the happy wriggle. That had certainly been unexpected.

"That would be idea, yes," He said slowly. "Mazikeen would be there to help you, if needed."

"I can also read up on mixed drinks." Neil said eagerly, dark eyes dancing with hopefulness.

"Would the training need to come out of my wages, Sir?" One thing he'd learned from Mr. Perry was how to be direct but polite on the subject of money so that both parties in the contract were clear about the expectations.

....

Wriggle!!!

The wiggling around like a puppy was getting to be a distraction.

"I see no need for that," Lucifer said. "Unless we get customers complaining about receiving the wrong drinks, that is."

"I promise, I will be very attentive to orders, Sir." Neil said solemnly.

He managed to get the wriggling under control, though his eyes were sparkling with hopefulness.

The boy really was a young version of Wilson, wasn't he? Oh, what fun Lucifer could have with this.

"Good," Lucifer said. "You start Thursday."

~~According to fangirls everywhere, yep~~

Neil's bright smile beamed at Lucifer and he just managed to keep himself from bouncing over and hugging his new employer. This was going to help solve a lot of potential problems with his father...

It was nice to be young and delusional.

"Thank you, Sir! I promise you won't regret giving me an oppertunity. What time do I need to be here for my shift?"

Yes, hugging Lucifer probably wasn't the best idea.

"We open at 10:00. But it would be best if you arrived early."

What about angelic hugs?

"Yes, Sir. Of course." Neil said with a serious tone. "I'll definitely be here early and I'll read up over the next couple of days. Thank you again."

In fact, in his eagerness for gainful employement, Neil had completely forgotten to ask Lucifer for his name.

"Can I get you something?" Schrodinger asked.

Neil did a complete double take at Schrodinger and for a long moment stood there with his mouth partly opened.

"Uh...can I talk to the manager?" He asked finally.

"Yes. Blond gentleman in the back."

"Thank you!" Neil said with a bright smile and then he turned to see if he could spot said blond gentleman.

Take your drink. With its messed up umbrella.

Dance with your umbrella.

Because you're a freak, apparently.

He's not always out and out evil. Sometimes, he's just mischievous.

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