entrancelogs | OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up

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OTA ; Don't Stop, Make it Pop, DJ Blow My Speakers Up

Who: Lucifer Morningstar and OTA
Where: Deux Lux, Floor 6, Room 66
When: Anytime in March
Rating: TBD, probably PG-13 or so
Summary: Lucifer does what he does almost every other night - he has a party. Shenanigans and conversation ensue. This is essentially a catch-all for March for him. Let me know if you want something specific.
The Story:

[Once the drama of New Years dies down and he's drunk the entirely of his bar two or more times, Lucifer finally reopens his club to the public, seemingly no worse for the wear. He's chatted with a few specific people, reflected (marginally) on himself a bit, and has come to several conclusions.

All of which he'll be keeping to himself for the most part.

That said, he seems a bit brighter than even when he first arrived, as if there's a bit of weight off his shoulders, and he's almost less of a businessman and more of a guest in his own place as the nights continue on. He drinks along with everyone else, dances when he pleases, and plays the piano often, lending his singing voice more than occasionally.

Still, a few things weight on his mind that he'll need to take care of, but on the whole, he's quite chipper and easily approaching....or as approachable as the Devil can be.

That said, he's not seen a whole lot outside of his nightclub or his penthouse up the stairs, which means he might be a little more reclusive still than he first appears...]

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[ it's not a proper party until klaus mikaelson is there to crash it, though to be fair he was invited. this time. mostly, however, he'd very much like to leave. a bottle of bourbon and a long trip down memory lane will do that to a person and klaus is no exception. his quick, purposeful stride, the noise of their surroundings, and his mind's preoccupation are all certainly factors to why he's not paying enough attention to who is in the way.

it's why he collides with caroline on his way past the bar, a hand reaching out on reflex to catch and steady her by the elbow. his eyes slide to her face and he stills.

to say he's been conveniently never in her presence would be true. to say he's been intent on pursuing other trains of thoughts would also be true, not to mention an imperative necessity, complications of his love life aside. to say he's been completely successful in the latter—well, it wouldn't be fully true.

the shock can be easily read on his face; his caught breath in how his lips part to take a sudden one in. both of these things are incomparable to the awe present in his gaze and the way it softens his features. (he is still happy to see her.) after a moment, he swallows. ] Caroline, [ he greets, and drops his hand from her.

if elena's around

sorry elena he doesn't see you ]

Edited 2017-03-04 19:37 (UTC)

[Caroline, meanwhile, is not sober at this point. She and Elena have been here awhile already, and the blonde had been extremely intent on having a good time and trying to forget about the things that were weighing on her mind.

Crashing into one of the sources of said things was not on the docket list.

She's not, at least, carrying a drink at this point, so when he collides into her and grabs her arm, her own reach out to catch his shoulders to steady herself as well, creating an even more intimate situation than he's already started.

She barely even noticed that he's been avoiding her, especially lately, because she's been doing the same. On her end, she'd simply thought she'd gotten lucky to prevent this exact sort of thing from happening, because the last time they spoke there was dancing and...things, and since then it's been a rollercoaster of finding out about Cami to having very awkward dreams.

Wonderland, you are the worst.

Her heart still in her chest for the briefest of moments as she recognizes his face, so close to hers, then quickly sets to racing as her hands drop the same time his does, and she forcibly takes a step back. She simultaneously wants to stare and look away at the same time.]

Klaus.

[His name sticks in her throat before she manages to get it out, practically stuttering over the first consonant as she does.

Kill her, Elena. Put her out of her misery. Please.]

(

elena's alcohol tolerance is far more pitiful than caroline's, but she's also had less to drink tonight, so she's in the tipsy zone only marginally veering toward drunk. caroline taking a step back means she bumps into elena, who almost chokes on the olive she'd been nursing from her drink.

klaus being rendered speechless in caroline's presence is like, so 2010. caroline's reaction, on the other hand, draws elena's attention. )

Good ... to see we all know each other's names?

( that was helpful, right? )

[ well he wasn't expecting that. shock, yes. disdain, perhaps. annoyance, most definitely. but certainly not the frenzied, anxious alarm that greets him. his brows lifts just so at her uncharacteristically ungraceful desire to put immediate space between them; so adamant and clumsy in the action he nearly reaches to steady her again. perhaps he would, if he didn't hear the sudden pounding of her heart, drowned by the step she takes away from him. maybe he would, if not for the stumbling consonants and vowels of his name on her lips: she is not startled by the moment, but by him.

it tightens something in his chest, something buried and painful; something unearthed and exquisitely agonizing. if he didn't know any better...

but he does, and more to the point, his heart is too bruised to consider it deeply. still—

oh elena, are you there? klaus' attention finally moves towards the girl behind caroline. he exhales at her comment (not helpful, though not hurtful, by the way) and attempts the curling of a smile. ] Truly astounding, [ he agrees quite sardonically. then, not to leave her out: ] Elena.

Edited 2017-03-05 04:09 (UTC)

[Her gaze finally drops at the sound of Elena's voice behind her, because it's not bad enough that she's been suddenly forced into this situation, but her best friend has to be here to see possibly one of the most awkward moments in her life.

Caroline's cheeks flush as she breathes out, trying to collect her frazzled nerves all while under the influence of far too much alcohol, and she's suddenly glad she has the fortitude she does more than ever. Except for the part where she can't really blame the blushing on the booze anymore.

She clears her throat, puts on a smile, and lifts her chin.]

How are you? I haven't, um, seen you in awhile.

[#nailedit]

( wow klaus, rude.

w/e, elena can survive someone not making her the center of their universe for a change. maybe.

she's still intrigued by caroline's reactions. much like klaus, she finds caroline's responses unexpected. that said, years of friendship means these girls have perfected the art of wordless communication. elena waits to get some kind of signal from caroline: to stay or to go.

klaus does not get a say, sry. )

[ a good amount of hard liquor even when coupled with said trip down memory lane is truly little in the grand scheme of things for klaus to write home about, so he also has scant in the way of excuses to fall back on.

not that klaus would patently excuse nor deny how his continued astonishment is followed by abject awe at the blush complementing caroline's cheeks and her polite, none-so casual interest. his eyes do not linger on elena long, beckoned back by caroline's conversation, and there they stay. it takes a moment for him to consider the answer to her question and another to summon it. ] I suppose it's been some time, [ he answers, glancing down in his effort to dispel his inelegance. and then, of course, because this is totally an elegant follow-up, his eyes graze over her and he says, hopefully conversationally (but absolutely not), ] You look... [ ...

...

... #nailedit ]

[She...needs another drink. Now. Excuse her while she flags down someone to bring her another of whatever she had last because there is not enough alcohol in the world for this.]

...Thanks, I think.

[Oh geez, he's giving her that look. She knows that look. (She dreamed about it).

As the bartender slides the drink over to her, she picks it up, immediately taking a long sip out of it as she looks over at Elena with unsure eyes. Does she want her friend to stay or go? Even she's hovering between the two right now, because she's both uncomfortable with this situation in its entirety, but also having to do it in front of said best friend. Talking about it later is one thing, but this is just a mess.]

Were you...in a hurry?

[You didn't almost knock her over, after all.]

( it's okay, carebear. elena is tipsy enough she isn't going to make this any more awkward than it needs to be. (girl talk is ttly happening later, though.) )

If you're here, then that means you and Lucifer ...

( they might be on better ground now?

elena's own relationship with klaus has only gotten more complicated the longer they remain in wonderland, lucifer and caroline two being two of several reasons. but it's hard to not feel something when the devil takes it upon himself to exact justice for you in a horrifically violent manner, especially when the person who wronged you doesn't really fight back.

her voice trails off before a thought can properly formulate, spine straightening like it's made of steel. she spots the object of her affections across the room, and damon attending lucifer's club is almost as strange as klaus doing so after new years. why is he here? and who exactly is he talking to? )

I'm gonna go be somewhere else now. ( her voice sounds distant and absent-minded, as she pushes away from the table she'd been leaning against to go inspect this from a closer vantage point. elena's always territorial af. it's just that alcohol makes it a little more apparent. )

[ that look is tender and heated interest, and it's interest he suddenly has no qualms or hesitations being taken in by and embracing in kind; after all, it is caroline and there is something enticing and curious about her behavior now. (though not so different that she doesn't reach for all and any available alcohol in his presence.) klaus is drawn like a magnet towards her now, instinct and interest driving him to take a step towards her and the bar, eliminating most of the space she had placed between them. his eyes flicker towards elena, awareness and intelligence playing catch-up in his gaze at the quiet, obvious conversation they exchange. (as a spectator, klaus is pulling for you to go, elena.)

perhaps he'd answer both their questions in a timely manner, if not for how fate works in his favor and elena's attentions are drawn elsewhere. amused and slightly incredulous, he turns back to caroline. ] Well it seems we're not interesting enough for her. [ a pause, a lingering look, and he adds, ] And no, I'm in no hurry. [ not anymore. ]

[Caroline's mouth opens to say something as she looks back and forth between the two of them, but Elena is already up and moving away and she's...alone with him.

She blinks a few times, collecting the fragments of her brain which is fluttering in memories that belong in the gutter as she clears her throat and schools her face.

She's fine. She can do this. It's not a big deal. It's not like he can read her mind, right?]

Nothing is more interesting to Elena than Damon Salvatore, fighting or not. [Deflect. Deflect.] I've accepted this sad, sad fact.

[The liquid swirling in her glass is so interesting. Also tasty. Just gonna...shut herself up with another mouthful of it.]

[ he can't read her mind, though he'd be amused by her fear of it, considering he can easily read her face and the heightened tone of her voice. not to mention her love affair with her drink. he opts not to draw attention to any three of these things in part because he would very much like to enjoy her company in the meantime, not to mention it suits him to consider he has that affect. ] Oh, I don't think it's so sad, [ he comments, and not in the least because it means they are alone. ] Other than her horrendous taste, I mean.

[ he's joking. ~~not really~~. he's certainly teasing for a smile, if the look on his face is any indication. ]

[He successful, her lips breaking into a grin, her eyebrows lifting as she retorts.]

That's the saddest part about it, okay?

[She wanted to go on another tangent about how Elena deserved better, that she shouldn't pine over him when they clearly were having another rocky patch, but it was pretty obvious even with Caroline's judgment bias that Damon basically treated Elena like a goddess.

You know, until she was doing something he didn't want her to do, but that was a different can of worms.]

But I am not spending another second of my night talking about him, thank you very much.

[ the smile of his lips purses, though he doesn't quite hide his grin even in looking away; a short exhale of a laugh leaves him, and not entirely for her comment about elena's choices. it's for her, caroline.

klaus reaches behind the bar for a glass and a suitable scotch. he pours himself a few fingers. ] We certainly need not, [ he lets her know. he never particularly wants to talk about damon salvatore, or the epic love story of him and elena. long ago he once professed to wanting to talk about her. he believes this is just as fitting, here and now. ] What would you like to talk about?

[She watches him pour himself a drink, submitting herself to the fact that she's not getting out of this. Focus, Caroline. Just don't let your mind wander.]

Well, why don't you tell me about you? [Funny, that she'd go to that.] You apparently already know about me, right? That's not really fair, if you ask me.

[She takes a sip out of her drink.]

How's...life?

[ he can't argue that logic; it is hardly fair to know her darkest secrets and the current path of her life while she knows naught about him. he has said so very little, though it isn't from lack of wanting. because he does and would want to but more to the point, he wants her to want to know. a fact that is unavoidably apparent when her request warms him.

klaus begins to draw in a breath as he glances to the side. his resulting smile is rueful, considering the answer to her final question is far from simple and riddled with heartache. in other words, it's particularly effusive material for this moment, but neither would he intend to lie to her. ] In a word I assume you'll relate to, given the trials of our shared world: complicated. [ #naileditagain ] Less so perhaps, as I just made amends with the devil. [ #dramaticoneliners ]

Edited 2017-03-12 19:35 (UTC)

[That draws a genuine smile from her and even a breath of laughter because she definitely follows that sentiment.]

Yeah, I know how that goes. Life isn't normal if it isn't also a mess.

[Kind of depressing, and yet comforting at the same time. Sometimes things were worse when nothing was happening, like waiting for the other shoe to drop.]

Oh. That's good, I think? I can't imagine it would be fun to be on someone like that's bad side. [Her smile grows a bit more mischievous.] Kind of like you, right?

[ it's difficult to consider, or perhaps he is only too willing, to put those issues usually rioting around his thoughts to bed, in her presence. certainly they exist, ever present and pressing, but there is something about her smile that is diverting. klaus returns it, dimpling as he not so much listens but takes her in.

and wow if he were another man he might blush. as it is he does glance down, unequivocally pleased with the implication. ] Us scary things often should come with a warning. [ like right now for instance, with his gaze lingering on hers. ] But I think Lucifer will be a loyal friend. [ he hopes, anyway, and his voice is sincere with that hope with and despite his uncertainties and reservations. ] Those are... [ rare ] all the more [ he pauses barely a beat, searching for a word with appropriate weight; meaningful weight ] valuable in messes. [ he nods to her; he means life, as she put it. ]

Edited 2017-03-14 13:00 (UTC)

[This is why she's been avoiding him, because so often he looks at her like that, and there's this undercurrent of flirtation that she'd can't exactly deny or avoid at this point, and her ability to fall back on sarcasm and sassiness has been drifting away from her for...awhile now.

It doesn't help that Elena warned her about his feelings for a certain other woman.

Her teeth tug slightly on her bottom lip, because she knows exactly how scary he can be. In her own mind, at least. She's not exactly innocent, either.]

You seem to have a couple of those lying around, at least.

[Is she included in that number? Maybe. Probably.]

[ she is, always, included in that number, though he would be remiss to consider anything to do with her or his feelings for her a "mess." a complication, perhaps, but nothing unwanted; nothing so tawdry or unimportant to merit a baseless adjective.

just as his friendship with lucifer is complicated and valuable, so is she and all things related to her in his heart. he is no fool in love, though he has often been proven wrong to the contrary. he may gaze at her with the world and his heart in his eyes, but he is nothing if not realistic. pragmatic. opportunist though he is, his life is complex. his heart is a riddled and dissected organ and though parts of it could easily, and as he has hoped, be one day hers, it would be foolish to consider the possibility now.

(he couldn't entrust his heart to camille either, though perhaps it was more she couldn't entrust hers to him.)

and that's without considering how far removed she is from what she's lived.

none of that is reflected in his expression, nor consciously in his thoughts, in this moment. he lifts his brow and asks with a hint of that flirtation in his smile, ] Messes? Or warning labels?

Edited 2017-03-15 00:28 (UTC)

[Her life was a mess before the Salvatores ever stepped foot in Mystic Falls. To say otherwise would be a horrible, terrible lie.

It may have lacked the danger or the supernatural element, but it was a mess nonetheless. If anything, she had her shit together more now than she ever did then.]

As much as both of those are true, that's not what I mean.

[She purses her lips and grins simultaneously, Klaus' own smile infectious in a way that was almost annoying.]

Friends. I meant friends.

[ klaus blinks, both mildly bewildered and softened by the presumption, because the notion she meant let alone believes that he has friends didn't occur to him at all. probably because he knows he so often doesn't. he does, he realizes, have friends—he has lucifer and leopold, in their ways. his own lips purse as he tries again and with moderate success to hide his smile; naturally he wonders if she includes herself on this list. ] I suppose I have a few. [ as if taken by a thought, he leans in conspiratorially. ] Actually, I could use your advice.

[Again, she's not sure. Maybe.

Probably.

As much as she might try to pretend otherwise. She seems to try less and less every time they talk, however.]

Really? [Her head tilts curiously.] With what?

[ this is without a doubt an attempt to make her smile and to plant a few roots for this tentative, not-quite friendship. the warm light in klaus' eyes lingers at her curiosity; he taps the bar absentmindedly with his fingers ] Well, through a few unforeseen circumstances, none of which I could be blamed for, [ this is a huge stretch of the truth ok, but it's for humor's sake ] I've found myself as care-taker to three pets. Unfortunately, one of them doesn't seem to like me.

[She continues to look amused, but also slightly surprised because that is most definitely not anywhere near what she expected him to say.]

Is it one that would generally be afraid of things that howl at the moon?

[Her eyebrows lift because that is a totally reasonable question, okay.]

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