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The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

There were yet more children in town now. How utterly thrilling.

Lucifer took his place behind the bar, a glass of wine next to him as he read a book. What? He owned the place, it wasn't as if he wouldn't notice any customers should they happen upon the club.

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Where you get drinks. If you're of age or if Lucifer was in a good enough mood.

After enjoying a quiet dinner with Aziraphale, Wilson headed down to the Nest for what had become his habit on Monday nights.

A drink and possibly a dance with the devil.

Dressed casually, he slipped through the door and headed for the bar, that rare, soft smile on his face.

"Good evening."

"James," Lucifer replied, glancing up at the mortal before taking a sip of wine. "Scotch?"

"Actually, if you have a chilled white wine? Something dry?" He asked as he slid up onto the bar stool across from the Advesary.

With a short nod, Lucifer pushed away from the bar, reaching back for a glass and a particularly nice bottle of Chardonnay. By the time he poured it in the glass for him, it was chilled.

Smiling again, Wilson waited till the glass was set in front of him and then picked it up, cradling it delicately between the fingertips of both hands.

"Thank you," he said softly.

Then, rather than pushing on with conversation, he fell silent for a bit, eyes fixed on a point behind the bar but gaze obviously turned inwards. As time slowly unwound, perhaps it became obvious that for the moment, he was simply using the comfort of Lucifer's pressence as an anchor, while riding the tumultuous waves of some inner conflict.

And Lucifer was not one to push for a conversation if he did not have a reason for it. He went back to his book, not bothering to glance up as he could see the look on Wilson's face without looking.

Wilson maintained his thoughtful silence for well over an hour as he worked his way slowly through the wine in his glass, even after the last of the wine was gone.

At one point his gaze came up to Lucifer's face and held there for almost fifteen minutes before he finally nodded and pushed the wine glass away.

"Dance?"

Lucifer closed the book carefully, placing it under the bar before looking up and smiling faintly. "If you wish."

"I do," Wilson confirmed with a warm smile and a playful, mock arch of his chin before he turned and headed for the dance floor.

Squall's glass was empty and the bartender was dancing.

He stood up, leaned over the bar, grabbed a random bottle, and headed off to the lounge.

Squall was back at his usual seat in the Nest tonight. It seemed like every time he tried going to Caritas, it just got worse and worse.

Here, there was no crappy music.

"Booze me," he ordered.

No, no J-Pop while Lucifer was there. That was not music.

Lucifer poured him a glass of rum, not bothering to confirm if he wanted it or not.

And no ABBA, either. That was the important part.

Squall nursed the rum, not bothering to care what kind of alcohol it was.

Where you can fulfill your lurking dreams in the dark corners.

Squall lurked here, in a dark corner, drinking straight from the bottle.

Where you can get your groove on. If you feel so inclined.

Tonight, the mortal seemed inclined to pick the music and he bypassed their usual waltz or latin tones for something a bit more, vigerous. Industrial with dark overtones, the music invited free style moves and seemed to invoke the mental image of a loaded sort of darkness, where pain and pleasure were exchanged in equal measures.

Though the music did not invite traditional dance steps, Wilson still turned towards Lucifer with the same lightness in the balls of his feet that he'd shown on the grass at the B&B. There was a fire in his eyes, as he began to move around the Lightbringer, never loosing touch with the angel, his steps aggressive but not charged with the bravado of useful challenge.

More, it was an invitation of sorts, to Lucifer to perhaps reach out and explore those boundries the Advesary had pondered during the heat of their first coupling.

Changing the rules was he? Lucifer simply watched for a moment, letting Wilson move as he pleased around him. After the music picked up just a bit, he reached out to grab the mortal by the arm, pulling him in close as his other hand pressed along his side and around his back, making sure there was almost no distance between the pair.

"An interesting choice of music," He said, leaning to whisper in Wilson's ear.

Wilson arched slightly into to slid of Lucifer's hand around his side to his back, a silent indicator of his pleasure in the touch. Of his own hands, one came to rest on the Advesary's shoulder, the other sliding appreciatively down his side to his hip.

Carefully placing his feet, he continued to move in time with the music, simply letting his body become an extension of the beats and measures as he looked up into gold eyes.

"Something to make the next waltz all the sweeter," he whispered against Lucifer's jaw, knowing the Lightbringer could hear him, even over the heavy bass line of the music playing for their pleasure.

"So I see," Lucifer replied, moving in sync with the music but never losing his composure. He always looked perfect, not a hair out of place.

He did it just to annoy his partner.

Wilson had an interesting tendency to keep this dance something he looked forward to. Such a clever human.

Enjoying Lucifer's movements, Wilson shut up and concentrated on the music and the dance. As he had out on the lawn, he gave his full focus to his partner and to the pleasure of their shared steps, feet never once risking landing on toes, even though he barely let enough light in between their bodies to catch his own breath.

It was a challenge to himself and a strange sort of promise to Lucifer as these nights were something important to him.

As for the Lightbringer's ability to keep himself completely unruffled, unlike a certain mortal doctor, well ... Wilson was all right with this. It simply gave him incentive to rumple the Advesary later.

Where you act OOC... or just toss up nekkid icons.

Nekkid icons?

I warn that due to really BAD cable customer service I be on the pain that is dial up tonight.

Really, it's painful ... I need lots of nekkidness.

Eesh. Dial up is the evil.

Here's one for you.

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The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

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The Lounge

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