The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

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For the first time in a week, the Devil's Nest was open for business once again.

Lucifer supposed he ought to let his employees know that they weren't in fact out of a job, but that could wait. He was celebrating how his business trip had gone with a bottle of champagne. He might even be in a good enough mood to share the alcohol with his customers.

Might.

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The Bar

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Cheers!

Re: The Bar

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Did someone say champagne?

Please, as if Wilson could miss out on that, particularly after Phale came home with a certain bit of news.

Re: The Bar

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Well, Wilson would have gotten free champagne anyway.

Lucifer looked up when the doctor entered the club, placing a glass of the sparkling wine on the bar for him.

Re: The Bar

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The doctor's expression definitely brightened when he saw the bubbly and he made a beeline for the bar, dark eyes making a careful study of the man shaped being behind the bar.

Yes, he might have been looking for unauthorized holes.

"You appear to be in one piece," Wilson said, just barely managing to curb the mother hen tone.

Re: The Bar

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There was no need for the mother henning, he came back from this trip more whole than he had been in some time.

"So it would seem. Though I'm afraid to say that I was unable to wear a sweater on the trip," Lucifer teased.

Re: The Bar

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Sliding up onto a bar stool, Wilson reached for his glass of bubbly and after one last, concerned glance, the corners of his lips twitched playfully as he adopted a haughty 'I am doctor I am right' pose with his nose.

"Well, I guess it's possible you might survive without following my fine advice," he teased in return.

Re: The Bar

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"Though, in my own defense, clothing was not entirely allowed for the first few days."

And yes, he did wait until Wilson had started to take a sip to say that.

Re: The Bar

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Ahyep, tiny bubbles right up the nose.

Wilson choked and flailed, just managing to get the glass safely back down to the bar before he bent double coughing.

Nothing like inhaling your champagne.

Re: The Bar

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Lucifer peered down at him, the very picture of concern. "Are you quite alright?"

Re: The Bar

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"Fine," Wilson managed to squeak as he finished clearing the champagne out of his airway and straightened back up, his eyes a bit damp from where he'd been coughing.

"Uh, so...good trip?"

Re: The Bar

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Teasing the mortal was just too much fun at times. It really ought to be a sin.

"As good as could be expected," Lucifer replied, filling Wilson's champagne flute. He smirked before explaining, "It was a realm where no cloth, or metal, or stone from another realm could exist."

The Lounge

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Sit, relax, play a game of pool.

The Dance Floor

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Why was there J-Pop playing in his club? He needed to talk to the bartenders about the poor taste in music.

Re: The Dance Floor

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Wilson had spent enough time on this dance floor and around the stereo equipment to be able to take advantage of a brief moment to change the music to something a bit more appropriate for what he had in mind. Music in place he turned and walked towards the center of the dance floor, turning neatly on the balls of his feet and holding his hand out towards Lucifer.

"Are you implying, you would follow my lead?" Wilson asked, arching a challenging eyebrow at the Prince of Hell, dark eyes positively glittering with rich, genuine amusement.

Re: The Dance Floor

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"I'm sure I could try it." It wasn't as if he'd be passive either.

Re: The Dance Floor

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No, Wilson didn't expect Lucifer would make it easy on him but that didn't mean he was going to shy away from the offer.

Nodding to the Advesary, Wilson took Lucifer's hand and set the frame for the classic Paso Doble (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paso_Doble).

He thought that Lucifer might appreciate the story within the dance as well as it's classic lines and quick footwork. Given the Prince of Hell's size vs Wilson's own, it was possible that they might forgo some of the more intricate spins of the cape across the floor.

Wilson was feeling high spirited. Not stupid.

Re: The Dance Floor

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It wasn't as if any physical faults would stop him from the dance. He wasn't one to allow such trivial things ruin his fun.

Lucifer waited for the music to start, pressing in close to Wilson to play the role of the cape in this dance. Perhaps another time they would try this with his wings out to get the proper look.

Re: The Dance Floor

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As if Wilson would ever discourage wings?

Part of the fun of the paso doble was getting into the roles, the dance as much about the fierceness of the lead from the bullfighter as it was about the whip and turn of the cape and though he had a couple moments of wtfamIdoing Wilson quickly fell into his role.

Maintaining a strong, but not punishing, grip on Lucifer's hand, Wilson signaled to the Advesary in the split seconds before he spun his partner in close, or otherwise executed a bit of tricky footwork, while their frames were tight together.

He could return the courtasy shown during his birthday dance and keep them off each other's toes, while not sacrificing a moment of the speed and complexity of the graceful dance.

Re: The Dance Floor

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Lucifer moved in time with him, keeping up quite well with the quick movements. He twined his legs between Wilson's as the danced, keeping close until the other man moved him out for a spin. He was being good for this, not trying to wrestle the lead away, just waiting for his cue to move.

It was an interesting role to be in.

Re: The Dance Floor

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For his part, Wilson attempted to provide a strong but not overbearing lead. After all, the cape was definitely part of this dance as well and at times, it was the cape who took center stage, with the bullfighter simply providing the frame.

Also, this was supposed to be fun, light and enjoyable for both partners and Wilson was careful to catch and guide the Advesary in such a way as to make it more inviting for Lucifer to relax and trust him if he was willing.

Re: The Dance Floor

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Maybe it was better to dominate the cappa in this dance.

Lucifer pressed up close to him, breaking the lead. One leg hooked up around Wilson's thigh into a pose. He leaned in to whisper in the mortal's ear in the small pause, "Are you going to lead or are you going to just gently push me about the dance floor?"

Re: The Dance Floor

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The low whisper was received with an arch of the young doctor's eyebrow and he tilted his head to catch the Advesary's eye in that brief moment when they were posed.

So, Lucifer was going to make him work for it. It was perhaps, foolish to accept the devil's challenge but backing down would be weakness and while Wilson was willing to be Graceful in accepting his mortal limitations, he wasn't going to whimp out of something he had initiated.

Leading Lucifer back off his thigh, Wilson went from a heel/flat step, up onto the balls of his feet, into the more energetic form of the dance. He closed the angle between their bodies, bringing them close together so that the swift steps had to be spot on or they risked tripping each other up, but what was life without a little risk, right?

In no way was he rough but his leads began to snap, from step to step as he commanded Lucifer into the spins, twirls and sweeping dips, often taking both of the Advesary's hands as the cape was swept, artfully outwards, only to drop one hand and catch Lucifer by the waist, twirling him back in close to Wilson's own body in between the flashy poses. When they were caught close, Wilson used the guiding leads of his own hips and shoulders against Lucifer's frame.

Re: The Dance Floor

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Much better. Lucifer smirked as his movements took more command of the dance, pleased that Wilson was able to step up to the challenge.

He was careful to keep up with the steps, not interfering with Wilson's footwork and gracefully weaving in between them as they danced. The forcefulness necessary in the dance to get it right always drew him to be the lead, but now...

He could get used to this

OOC

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Aaaaaaand we're back in business!

Re: OOC

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No Lux?