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The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

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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Cheers!

Sit, relax, play a game of pool.

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

Aaaaaaand we're back in business!

Did someone say champagne?

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

"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.

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.

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

"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?"

No Lux?

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."

Wilson absolutely did not blush!

He was just a bit pink in the cheeks as a result of his coughing jag.

Really.

....

Honest.

....

shutup

"A wasteland?" Wilson asked curiously, thinking about how Phale had ended up nude down in the Wastelands when they'd gone down to save Bel.

The blush was really quite fetching. Lucifer certainly wouldn't mind seeing it more often.

He paused before answering, thinking of a way that would make sense to the mortal. "That is close enough. It was another Hell, the Afterworld."

"Like another version of Hell?" Wilson asked with a curious expression in his dark eyes.

He recognized that there was a lot in the Celestial landscape that his mortal mind might never be able to completely comprehend, not the way Phale could understand but that didn't dampened his curious enthusiasm to know more about the world so far removed from his own.

He could learn about them for the rest of his life ans still only scratch the surface.

"A smaller one," Lucifer confirmed. "Not one I ever cared to rule over. It was Izanami's realm after all."

Didn't mean Wilson was going to stop coming after it with the full desire to understand.

"Izanami?"

The question was asked with his full focus on Lucifer, the champagne flute gently held in lean fingers, the tips lightly brushing the stem in an absent gesture.

"Wife of Izanagi," Lucifer replied, as if that was an answer. "Mistress of the Shiko-Me."

He had to remind himself that Wilson was not aware of the various pantheons that still existed. "Shinto if I recall correctly. I would encourage you to brush up on 'mythology' if you wished to learn more about the various realms. They share more than you can imagine."

Lifting the champagne glass in an acknowledging gesture, Wilson sipped at the cool liquid in a thoughtful manner.

"You're probably right, though that shouldn't surprise me. Uh, I mean the sharing bit not the...well, okay the your being right also, oh you know what I mean."

Wilson waved off his own tripping words with a pass of his hand and crossed his arms on the bar.

"Given the shared philosophies through all the different organized religons that mankind likes to build it's wars upon, it would only make sense that there is a root familial tie between the mythologies."

"They're the product of mankind, you know. They are only as powerful as the amount of followers they still maintain." He paused. "Or in Izanami's case, the number of souls that stayed in her realm for their believed punishment."

"It's always about power," Wilson said thoughtfully and he frowned slightly.

After a couple of breaths he looked back up at Lucifer and the corner of his lips twitched as dark eyes flash narrowed and then brightened impishly.

"Dancing." He said, tossing back the remainder of the champagne in his glass.

"Dancing?" Lucifer mimicked, tilting his head at the man's strange behavior.

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