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Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 6/27

Kabuto made sure the bar was clean before opening. He also checked, just to be absolutely sure, that the bottles had not been creatively rearranged again.

Running out of things to do, he began color-coding the little drink umbrellas. Mazikeen wasn't there to tell him not to touch them, after all.

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Order drinks! With umbrellas. Possibly.

All Lucifer wanted was a scotch on the rocks, though if an umbrella happened to show up in it, he wouldn't be upset.

Just amused.

As much as he would like to, Kabuto couldn't read minds. But he knew the things Lucifer usually ordered, and set the glass of ice and scotch in front of him.

Complete with a little purple umbrella. Aww.

It was a nice gesture. Festive too.

Lucifer took a sip of the scotch, savouring the flavour.

Well, Kabuto was a nice person. Sometimes. Like now.

Maybe it was just because it was Lucifer.

Lucifer would going to safely bet that it was just because it was him.

Though one could never be sure.

Of course not. And it would be difficult to get Kabuto to admit it.

"Anything else you want?" Kabuto offered.

"Just the drink," Lucifer replied. "For now."

"As you wish." Kabuto bowed slightly, going back to organizing.

Though he did adore Audrey Hepburn, Wilson had decided to forgo the movie tonight in exchange for implimenting his nefarious plan.

Thus, he strolled through the door to the Nest, dressed casually in a black button down shirt and jeans. Heading for the bar, he was in the mood for a scotch and conversation with a certain Prince of Hell.

And he was in luck, they just so happened to get a new supply of Princes of Hell that morning.

Lucifer nodded as he took a seat at the bar. "James."

The idea of there being a supply of Lucifers would no doubt strike terror into the heart of the mortal, best he believe in just the one.

"Good evening, Lucifer. You're just the angel I wanted to speak with or was that, just the angel I wanted to play pool with ... hmmm, oh what the heck, no reason it can't be both?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the strange enthusiasm Wilson was exhibiting.

"Is that so?"

What a mortal couldn't be in a good mood? Particularly when he was plotting ~~nefarious~~ plans?

Smiling invitingly as he picked up his scotch, Wilson left the appropriate payment and tip on the bar for Kabuto and slid off his seat.

"Play a round of pool with me and I'll explain," he invited.

Of course, just not one James Wilson.

Giving Wilson a sideways glance, Lucifer followed at a slower pace.

Pool?

...With umbrellas?

There was one small peek over his shoulder just to see if Lucifer had decided to take him up on his offer or be stubborn. Seeing the Advesary taking his time but heading in the direction of the pool tables, Wilson nodded inwardly and moved to set up the table.

Setting his glass down on one of the low tables by the chairs, Wilson flipped on the lights over his favorite table and began to rack up the balls.

It this happened to involve some stretching across the table, which happened to hike the hem of his shirt up a bit, well that was just a hazard of playing pool.

"Would you like the break?"

Oh yes, he was most certainly up to something.

Setting down his glass, Lucifer grabbed a pool cue. "I suppose I could."

"Excellent," Wilson exclaimed, picking up his own pool cue and stepping back. He was just, protecting the drinks, in no way was he in position to admire Lucifer's form as he lined up his shot.

...

Bridge anyone?

More than aware of the 'protecting the drinks' Wilson was doing, Lucifer took his time with the break, knocking in a solid.

"What did you wish to talk about?"

Didn't hear Wilson complaining at Lucifer's need to concentrate, did he?

Sipping his scotch, the young doctor watched both table and man shaped being with equal intensity.

"How would you feel about a little road trip this weekend?"

"Just where were you planning to go?" He asked, sinking another ball with a practiced ease.

Wilson turned slightly as if getting his bearings in the club and then pointed in a direction.

"Kinda, that away and a little north I'm thinking."

Another sunk ball. "Any reason for this little trip?"

Dancing the pool cue in between his hands, Wilson's eyes focused downwards as he gave a small shrug.

"Because our last group outing was a bit stressful?"

What with the whole fire and death and more death bits.

Stressful was one way of putting it.

Lucifer straightened up, looking across the table at Wilson. "And you believe this will make things better?"

Wilson blinked and then he laughed.

It wasn't a particularly happy sound and he quickly lifted his hand to cover his mouth, smoothering the noise back down his own throat as he shook his head.

"No," he said with direct honesty, finally looking back towards Lucifer, shadows of pain in his eyes. Pain he was trying desperately to wrestle down on his own.

"I think, it will just be something that is a fun experience, a good memory to move forward with."

Good. All he wanted was honestly in an answer.

Lucifer shrugged. "Very well. When?"

"This weekend? Leave Friday be back sometime Sunday?"

Another ball in and then a scratch. "Sounds delightful," Lucifer replied, taking a step back from the table.

"Excellent," Wilson said, straightening up and moving towards the table.

Circling it a couple of times, he lined up a shot that would hopefully leave him with a good follow up and as he leaned across the rail to take it, asked.

"Sex?"

Lucifer chuckled and raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that a request or an offer?"

Dark eyes glanced up from the shot briefly as Wilson smiled wickedly.

"Yes," he answered softly.

After all, they hadn't yet had a chance since the whole, coming back to life bit a couple of weeks ago.

No they had not.

With a smirk, Lucifer was suddenly behind him, hands on Wilson's hips, moving up slightly to brush over the skin beneath his shirt.

For the first time, one of Wilson's cue shots went so badly awry that the ball actually jumped off the pool table and landed harmlessly on a chair across the way.

Catching his breath with a quick hitch, Wilson slowly straightened moving back a halfstep until his back brushed lightly against the Advesary's chest.

"An agreeable request?" He whispered, since there was no need to shout with Lucifer this close.

"Very agreeable," Lucifer replied, just as quietly, lips brushing against Wilson's ear.

Wilson closed his eyes, shuddering delicately in response to the light brush of Lucifer's lips against his ear, the tickle of the angel's words across flesh. He managed to focus himself enough to get the pool cue safely up onto the table before turning around slowly.

He'd be lying is he tried to claim that he hadn't missed being close to Lucifer like this. The mortal's hands came up, gently brushing fingertips across sculpted cheekbones before framing the Lightbringer's face between his palms as he touched his lips to Lucifer's in a caress that was as soft as the stroke of a butterfly's wing.

Allowing the gentleness for now, Lucifer let his hands rest on the mortal's hips before smirking into the kiss and disappearing them from the club to continue this in a more private setting.

Classic J-rock. Sounds kinda like 80s hair bands...only Japanese.

We are the chick. The world is our egg.
Smash the world's shell.

...For the revolution of the world!

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Devil's Nest, Wednesday Night 6/27

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The Dance Floor

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