open ; we need to face our demons

[walkingheroin]

Who: Lucifer Morningstar and anyone else who likes to party.
Where: Deux Lux
When: July Catch-All
Rating: TBD
Summary: Come hang out with the Devil you know you want to.
The Story:

[Lucifer continues to be here almost every night. Perhaps he doesn't need to be; he doesn't care who takes what from behind the bar and the place nearly runs itself, but he enjoys it here. He likes to noise and the presence of others. He likes to watch and learn and exist in a space that occupies more than just himself.

So in the aftermath of some not so pleasant moments in Wonderland, he's doing what he does best; getting other people drunk and doing whatever he feels like doing in any particular moment.

Feel free to stop by and have a drink with him. Or bother him upstairs in his penthouse suite after hours. He's fine with either.]

Comments

[easily]

[kinship is important, as much as rebekah has been the first to be like peace i'm out (no, the first is usually kol, but details) something always brings her back to her siblings, even klaus. their relationship with always be complicated but it is better than it has been in years. for the first time in centuries rebekah sees the brother she loved so dearly, the one she protected from their father. he laughs. he gives her gifts.]

I've been meaning to check it out for a while but time flies in Wonderland sometimes.

[walkingheroin]

[His siblings seem to be the ones that come to him, not vice versa. Even then, they come to him because they're heeding the orders of their Father, not because they want to catch up.]

Feel free to make yourself at home. [He gestures to her glass.] I see you already found the good stuff.

[easily]

[not every family can be as grossly codependent as the Mikaelsons, it's probably for the best.]

Of course. I only drink the good stuff. [Not necessarily true, but close enough. Her family usually kept stock of only good alcohol, it's not like money was an issue for them.]

[walkingheroin]

I always appreciate a lady with taste. [He lifts his own glass in a quiet toast.] Cheers.

[He takes a sip out of his drink.]

[easily]

I've lived long enough to learn it doesn't pay not to have taste, when it comes to alcohol. [not that she can truly get hungover, but still. ]

Cheers.

[walkingheroin]

Luckily for us, Wonderland doesn't make us 'pay' for it at all, though it's still more fun to share.

[easily]

Not that the cost was every much of a worry for me either way. But no one likes drinking alone.

[walkingheroin]

Well, there's a time and a place for it, but it's certainly more fun with company. The more the merrier, I say.

[easily]

Same here. I've always preferred to surround myself in the company of others.