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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[ 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.]

[ a totally reasonable question met with a totally reasonable response: klaus smiles at her well-aimed wit with a playfulness to match her teasing jest. he breathes out a laugh. ] The cat doesn't seem to mind, nor the horse, but the bird...

The bird.

[So deadpan.]

Do I even want to know how you managed to get a hold of a horse here? What, did you walk it out of a closet and somehow have to get it outside, because I sure haven't seen any horses wandering the halls.

[ by the time she's asking about horses and closets, klaus is dimpling in earnest. he takes a swallow of his drink as she goes on, his eyes bright. ] There are stables outside, you know. Perfectly functional space to acquire a horse.

I know that, but you have to get a horse to put in the stable first, right? Or is there a working closet thing out there?

[Don't make her think about wanting a horse of her own, Klaus. Don't you dare.]

[ but how can they take romantic horse rides down the beach then?! he dare, he double dog dare

also ok you caught him. klaus peers up towards the ceiling and answers purely hypothetically: ] It might be necessary to use one on the first floor, preferably closest to the Great Hall, if one were so inclined, [ he gestures that as an aside ] for the easiest, simplest, and least traumatizing experience for the horse and the owner [ a wry, crooked smile here because maybe it was somewhat difficult ] in question.

[That's not fair. It's not like she's always wanted a pony or a unicorn her entire life.

Or wait, she probably has. Dammit.]

...I wouldn't even know how to take care of a horse. You know, if I wanted one.

[She's...clearly getting ideas, though.]

[ what a coincidence, because it just so happened that ] I know how to take care of a horse, [ he says, so innocuously. so innocuously and casually, if not for how obvious he is as he gazes at her. he offers his help as if there's nothing more he'd rather do. ] I could teach you.

... Along with the many tomes of detailed instructions you'd use for research, of course. [ he is using what he knows about her, and he's using it right now to tease her. ]

Considering you have one, I'd sure hope so.

[This may be, in fact, where she wanted to steer this conversation, at least unconsciously. It's probably wrong of her to be interesting in spending more time with him, and yet...]

I'd rather learn by doing rather than reading. If it's not too much trouble.

[Is she agreeing to pull a horse out of a closet??? How did we get here?]

[ klaus mikaelson is how we get here. said reason for how we get here takes a moment to consider and wonder her words and if there truly is willing interest in them. a small smile touches his lips; he also considers there's no way else to know but see. he downs the rest of his drink and straightens to face her fully. ] In that case. [ there he pauses and nods pointedly at the door with just the smallest measure of challenge. ] Shall we?

[There's a pause as she seems to consider, followed by a gentle roll of her eyes before she gestures with a tip of her head towards the door.]

Alright, fine.

[She pulls out her device then, shooting a quick text off to Elena so that she doesn't look for her ~~when~~ if she separates herself from Damon and even notices that she's left.

That done, she slips it back into her clutch before raising her brows expectantly at him.]

Let's go.

[ there's certainly no need for further prompting; not for klaus, considering the warm, triumphant eagerness he's feeling right about now. he gestures for her to lead the way, ever the gentleman. as a gentleman, his hand hovers behind her as they make their way through the crowd, his palm brushing the curve of her arm when the spaces grow tight; he opens the door for her once they reach the exit of deux lux.

he walks ahead few paces as they spill out of the noise and clamor of the night club. his hands fold behind his back. ] May I ask if you even know how to ride?

[Each gentle brush of his skin against her has her heart beating harder, her thoughts drifting back and forth from the present to a very real dream she had, and she swallows back any anxiety or excitement it might bring inside her chest. It's not going to be like that, and she hasn't even decided if that wasn't just some weird concoction of her mind. It wasn't real, and that's all there was to it.

Besides, he has a girlfriend...thing. Also, thinking about this at all was wrong.

And then they're suddenly in the hallway and he's pacing himself ahead of her, and she hopes to god that her cheeks aren't red.

Her steps are quick as she follows after him, keeping up with his long strides at a human pace.]

Are you asking if I've taken lessons? Or if I can keep myself in a saddle without falling off?

[So...technically no.]

I've done it before, at least. A couple times. At a brisk walk.

[ he doesn't neglect to look back nor to slow and let his stride match hers. he does so truly want to be here with her, absent of his usual apprehensive and meticulous comportment—a comportment of which he has been intensely so lately. attentive and discerning though he may still be, there is no other thought in his mind, no other consideration besides the pleasure of her company.

if it is foolish or wrong, it does not matter to klaus. what harm is a stroll to the stables? ] Both, [ he answers. ] Either. I'm certain with your grace you'll grow proficient. Horses are malleable creatures; all they really need is to be understood.

[In that case, she'll slow as he does, because she's in heels and even if they don't hurt she'd rather not ruin them by walking faster than she needs to.

Her hands are clasped in front of her, bouncing gently as she walks, her curls doing the same as they cascade around her shoulders, moving in waves with each turn of her head.]

My balance is impeccable these days. [Thanks Katherine.] Besides, I'm going to spoil the crap out of it. It'll have to love me.

[ he didn't necessarily mean her balance, but it's true all the same. he also couldn't imagine a horse nor any creature disliking her, though he can imagine her spoiling one. he dimples with his smile and slows to offer her his arm as they reach the stairs. ] I've no doubt it will. Though be stingy with the sugar cubes. They're not very healthy. [ is his piece of teasing advice. ]

[It only takes a couple steps for her to catch up, and she doesn't even think about it this time as she takes the offered arm before they start to descend the stairs.]

Okay, not completely spoiled.

[She's no pushover, okay. But there will be plenty of brushings and talking.]

You'll have to introduce me to yours, too. They can be horsey friends.

[ the term "horsey friends" is quite enough to pull a short and genuine laugh of affection from klaus. ] Persephone's very playful and dignified. I'm sure she'll like you and your new horse. [ he glances to her on that 'you', brows lifted just so with implied flirtation. he'll gladly introduce her to his mare; it heartens and amuses him to consider the further bond that it invites and might forge.

and because he is curious: ] What kind of horse will you envision?

So she's just like you, is that it?

[Playful and dignified. So very Klaus, obviously. She's not resorting to blatant flirtation at all.

/sarcasm

She's basically given up on giving a fuck as to whether or not she's supposed to be doing this. It's not like they're doing anything wrong (unlike that dream, parts of which keep flashing through her head and making her pause). Well, maybe flirting with a boy who has a girlfriend...thing is wrong, but maybe they broke up? It's not her job to police him and, again, they're just talking. Totally fine.]

I can't tell you. That would ruin the surprise.

[She smirks at him as she gently tosses her head in his direction.]

[ there could be a touch of pink filling the tops of his cheeks as the silence stretches at the mere implication of her suggestion; it's certainly less the description of him and more the inferred intent that silences him. he's punchdrunk and all too pleased, his eyes rounded and his smile involuntary as he glances away.

words, right. he uses them, from time to time. ]

Well then I'll have to wait with baited breath. [ he waits a beat and then looks at her sidelong. it doesn't mean he won't guess. flirtatiously. ] Will she be clever and stunning?

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