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The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Much like another blond bartender in town, Lucifer was also in a good mood.

Though, to be honest, with him no one would be able to tell the difference between 'had a good day' and 'contemplating destroying humanity'. Hopefully it wasn't the later that was the cause of this mood.

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He was drinking that fun cocktail he had been served at Caritas some time ago. Complete with a small pink umbrella to match the drink.

Wilson was also in a good mood and it might be said that his good mood was due to contemplating the destruction of the world, or at least courting it (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/1772064.html?thread=81744416#t81744416).

Head high he made his way into the Nest, whistling quite cheerfully to himself as he beelined towards the bar.

"Champagne please," he requested. At least Lucifer got the 'please'.

Lucifer popped open a bottle of champagne, pouring a glass for the doctor.

"Is there a reason for this request?"

Waiting until it had been offered to him, Wilson picked up the glass and saluted Lucifer with it.

"It's not every day that you welcome an angel to your home town. I'm celebrating in Gabriel's honor."

The words sounded pretty, the expression in his eyes? Less than pretty.

"I was under the impression that you would be avoiding him," Lucifer said mildly.

"Seemed silly to do so," Wilson said simply and sipped at his champagne.

Lucifer hummed thoughtfully, pouring himself a glass of the champagne. "And how did you find him? Pleasant as expected?"

"I found him exactly as he found me," Wilson said, even though it was a non answer, it was an accurate one.

It was enough of an answer for Lucifer. "That well?" He chuckled as he sipped the champagne.

"He tried to kick me out of the church and ban me from ever returning."

Lucifer laughed openly at that. "Did he? I can see that you're crushed by such an insult."

Pressing the rim of the glass against his lower lip, Wilson gave a wry arch of his eyebrows.

"I simply reminded him that it was not his house and therefore I had little use for his rules."

"Yes, I can see how he would take offense to that." Though, he didn't sound as if he cared whether or not the former archangel had his pride wounded.

"I was a little bundle of sunshine and smiles," Wilson said with the same smile overlaid with ice expression that he'd given to Gabriel.

Finishing off his champagne, he hopped down from the stool and laid a ten spot on the bar.

"Thank you."

"Be careful with him," Lucifer said, ignoring the money. "He's no longer an angel but the danger he poses has not diminished."

"Stick it in a fortune cookie," Wilson shot over his shoulder as he slammed out the door and off into the night.

Lucifer silently watched the mortal storm out, face perfectly blank as he disappeared from behind the bar and out front, one hand grasped around Wilson's neck.

"And just what do you hope to accomplish with this silly little pout?"

Wilson was drawn up short in a grip he had very little chance of breaking yet that didn't stop him from yanking backwards, heedless of any bruising he might cause to himself.

"That's rather the sum of things with you lot isn't it. Silly little mortals with their infantile games. Fine, I get it. You're all bigger, older, wiser, smarter, prettier, deadlier...dear HIM the list could go on and on."

He tugged back again.

"What I won't give you or Phale or Gabriel is the power to make me dance to your haughty little tunes like a personal puppet. Let.Go.Of.Me."

"If I wanted you to be a puppet," Lucifer said evenly, leaning close. "You would be a puppet."

He dropped his hold, giving Wilson a mildly disgusted look. "Histrionics don't suit you."

Wilson's eyes narrowed.

"And you'd rather I just capitulate like a good little sycophant?" He said softly.

"Maybe you do hold all the cards as you seem to enjoy reminding me of but that doesn't mean I have to play in your games. Especially when you three start batting me about like a tug toy in your little dominance games with each other."

"No, I would rather you stop bemoaning the fact that you are just a simple mortal, stuck in this situation," Lucifer sneered. "If you cannot change it, accept it."

"Just don't expect to be allowed to act in such a way towards me. Is that understood?"

Fire sparked in Wilson's eyes and he stepped right up into Lucifer's personal space.

"Accept it?" He whispered dangerously. "Like you accepted what you could not change? I've seen how you 'accept' that which is not your will, so don't you dare stand there and advise me on a course of action that you yourself would never bridle to."

A step closer, dark eyes livened by a brilliant gleam stared fearlessly into gold.

"I've done nothing but respect you since we met but I will not bow to even your will."

What he found in those eyes was not something humans were meant to see. THey were the windows to the soul, after all.

"Then find the tools to change it. Acceptance of one's fate is only if you are too weak to overcome it. I had hoped you would not choose that option."

"If I accepted my fate, I'd be back in side, dancing with a pretty smile on my face," Wilson said and there was a hint of something in his tone that said there was a part of him that wished he was doing just that.

"Not out here, courting your ire and Gabriel's threats."

He really was a stupid human.

"And just is it that you want me to do about this... inferiority complex you've developed for yourself?

"Did I ask you for anything, Lucifer?"

"No. You simply came to my club to confirm your thoughts about my kind and then be rude to your host."

Wilson sighed and drove his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, the fortune cookie comment was innappropriate. I apologize for that."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the apology. "If you wanted someone to take your frustrations out on, you picked the wrong angel."

Wilson simply shook his head.

"You misunderstand," he said and turned away. "Maybe I just wanted to talk to someone who knew what it was like."

Pushing his hands into his pockets he began to head towards the park.

"I'm tired."

Play pool!

Upbeat samba music played, ready for dancers to enjoy.

...I miss Dancing With the Stars.

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The Lounge

The Dance Floor

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