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mmm, i've been hellbent, baby.

Who: Lucifer and whoever likes a good time, really.
When: After their arrival and a few odd jobs here and there. We'll backdate to about mid-month?
Where: Why at Lux of course. Various dance floors, balconies overlooking said floors, plush and posh seating, a hell of a good bar, and Lucifer's penthouse if you're spectacularly lucky.
What: Every good club needs a fantastic opening. Help him break in the place, why don't you?
Warnings: Drinking, possible drug use, sexual content, and more warnings to come later.

[ The party has already started. It's been going for hours now, since well before dusk, and it doesn't show any signs of slowing in the least. Drinks are plentiful and so is company. The dance floor is filled with bodies of all shapes, sizes, and species. Wade on in, please don't be shy.

Drinks are plentiful, company comes in all forms, one off and then some. The owner, Lucifer Morningstar, will ask that if you decide to take things a bit further, excuse yourselves to a more private venue, or ask politely to borrow his penthouse upstairs. You'll only owe him a favor, not your soul. If you're looking for a little more pep, other things can be found there as well. In Lux, virtually anything goes.

But getting sick on the dance floor is a party foul. Keep it tasteful, is all.

Lucifer can be found flitting from bar to balcony to dance floor and popping open exotic looking bottles as the music reverberates through the club. He's also making rounds, certain to look after his guests. It's easy to spot the well-dressed man in a fine, fitted suit of a dark cloth, and a stark white button down underneath. Even easier once his attention has been earned. ]

You certainly look like you're enjoying yourself! Mind if I join in?

[ ooc: party post! feel free to mingle as options come up. if you're going to take it any farther than a ftb on anything, kindly take it to a journal or mark well. thank you! ]

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[ For the more adventurous when it comes to taking the Devil, or anyone else up on a dance. Feel free to ask for the Lord of Hell's attention, or grab anyone who suits your fancy. If you'd really just like Lucifer, well say so in the subject line of course. ;) ]

[ Exactly what it says. Have a break from dancing! Take a load off, enjoy that choice beverage, let Old Scratch lend an ear, and maybe there can be some talk about favors as well. As with above, if you want this one, just say so in the subject line. ]

[ All of it is strange to him, this new world he's been plunged into without so much as a by-your-leave, but Graves is nothing if not adaptable when it's absolutely imperative to his survival. He learns quickly, accustoming himself to the TAB and everything else that's turning up. Funny, hours ago he would never have believed the absurd notion of life beyond their skies, and now here he is, right in the nexus of it.

A stiff drink is in order, he's decided, which is why he turns up here at Lux. It's wholly different from what Graves is used to -- No-Maj speakeasies were covert, quiet affairs, and so were the ones belonging to wizards. This one seems to break from the norm right out here, but Graves finds that there are worse things to worry about than conspicuously placed bars like these.

He seats himself beside another well-dressed gentleman before he makes his order. Graves might not be one for company, but he finds that getting out and about is a much better deal with regards to finding a way home. Shutting yourself off, always a losing strategy. ]

Your finest whiskey, please.

[ Lucifer sympathizes with that particular plight. You know, in that way where it isn't said at all and there's no real sense of solidarity to come with it. Despite the awful setbacks along the journey so far, and there have been many in only his short time, he is still rather enjoying this little vacation away from his father's watchful eyes. If he misses the detective, he is resolute about not acknowledging it.

Graves hardly goes unnoticed as he makes his way over to the many lounge areas. If looks were the cake, though, that voice was the icing, and Lucifer leans in with a salacious grin on his face. He is very, very obviously checking out the man who has just taken a seat and ordered a drink. ]

I can always appreciate a man who dresses as sharply as you do, and knows what he wants in a drink without prompting. But I do have to wonder, are you just a fan of the simpler pleasures in life, or are you just not feeling adventurous enough yet?

[ One has to wonder if they are still talking about drinks in the second part of that. Lucifer won't tell. The young woman who took his drink order smiles and nods, heading back towards the bar, leaving them alone for a minute or two. ]

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A mix of both.

[ One of the last things Graves expects to see here is a chatty bartender -- he's always been accustomed to a simple transaction with minimal words involved, but this change is nothing if not pleasant. He doesn't miss the obvious checking out, and he's positive the man who's found himself a seat opposite him doesn't intend to hide it.

Interesting. The man is striking, at first blush, just as sharply-dressed and impeccable, the air with which he carries himself speaks of confidence not bolstered by false pretenses. Which begs the question, what does he do? A businessman, perhaps?

No, nothing so prosaic.

Glancing over to the departing waitress, he continues, because it doesn't hurt to play this little game. ] But more the former than the latter. [ A beat. ] I see you're not having any.

Then maybe we'll have to add adventure in small doses, then.

[ That smile never leaves his face, though it does lessen, but not in a bad way. More subdued, but present. As for enjoying the view, no he isn't going to hide it, and he doesn't intend on apologizing for it, either.

He's been called far too many things in his time to list, really. He keeps the list short, with the fun ones, of course. Old Scratch is his favorite. ]

I certainly won't fault you for that, then. [ A soft chuckle. ] Merely taking a break to check on things, as it were. It doesn't have the same effect on me as it does on most. Quite the blessing and curse.

Or you can take your chances.

[ Graves suggests, because while he might tend to bide his time, he's no coward. There's something different about this man, something he senses but can't quite put his finger on; something that tugs and flickers under the skin, and Graves can't define it, not really.

Still, he doesn't strain himself to figure it out when his new companion seems to drop a few clues here and there -- ah, he's the owner, then. And seemingly insensitive to the traditional effects of alcohol. Graves is interested; he's met one or two people here, but this one captures his attention the way no one else has prior to this and he intends to make full use of this time. ]

A blessing and curse? [ What a curious thing to say. ]

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Live dangerously, then. I like it.

[ Lucifer grins, and oh, he sees him looking. He does indeed. But he can't give away all his naughty little secrets in one go, can he? Let him try and work it out for a bit. ]

Well, when one feels like imbibing might offer a good time, it's a little hard finding someone who can keep up. Nevermind the after party.

[ The side of Graves' mouth tug up in a flicker of a smile. A rare occurrence, to be sure, but this enigmatic stranger's earned it. Parties are the furthest thing from his mind, but there is something about this man that draws the eye, captures interest; and being a naturally curious sort, Graves digs further. ]

It must be lonely. All these patrons and no one to keep up with you.

[ Drinks from far and wide and he's tried most of them except that glowing blue one you've been eyeing for the past five minutes. He promises not to let you make a fool of yourself. What kind of host would he be otherwise. But anyways, ask for a drink or join him for one. Or more. Say in the subject line if you want him. ]

[She is not unaccustomed to such places, her life among the “civilized” having begun from the dregs of society without her having realized there was more purpose beyond simply existing and getting by. So of course, when a place like this comes into existence near her, it merits investigation.

She sits at the bar nursing a cranberry and soda as if she belongs. Except the way she carries herself, her clear lack of engaging with those about her and the hard stare she gives to those whose eyes linger too long, says that she does not really wish to be here, even though she remains seated, in her clothes clearly suited for the setting, sipping a drink she pretends is something else and observing the others around her who find themselves enjoying the entertainment offered by the establishment.]

[ The young woman at the bar hasn't escaped Lucifer's notice. While he doesn't have a strict no children policy, he does have to hope that this planet doesn't either. Though, he may find a way to circumvent it at any rate if they do. He does want his favorite resident tiny human, Carl, to come visit him.

He can't help but see how uncomfortable she seems to be. He imagines anyone with actual eyes could tell as much, but he more wants to know the reason as to why. He makes his way behind the bar, coming over to her, a bottle of alien liquor in hand, and two fresh glasses. Their alien friends can sue him, whatever. ]

You look ready to open up anyone who looks your way, much less speaks to you. [ A charming smile. ] Good thing for us, I'm immortal.

[She doesn’t know who he is beyond that she smells his presence all over the establishment. He is too relaxed to be a worker. A manager? Owner?

Regardless, his greeting mixed with jest (smile included) reminds her strongly of Gambit, something she had not quite expected from anyone here in this Other Universe. It is enough for her to relax a bit, though she remains wary of his ultimate intent beyond the clear question lingering in his words. It is always hard to tell with people who thrive in such environments.]

People use places like this for abominable things. [She chooses to be vague, letting the man interpret it however he wishes. Everyone’s definition of what is abominable differs. His reply could give her insight into what manner of man he really is. Or at least, that is what she hopes to glean from his response.]

[ Well, she would. He is the owner, and he is interested, though she doesn't really seem to be.

He's always thrived in this sort of environment, well, at least since he ended up in Los Angeles anyways. Her statement about what the kind of things people use this sort of establishment for earns a chuckle. ]

Oh, well I certainly hope so. Why live within the sound of Heaven's bells? Sounds like a terrible time to me.

[ Well, lucky you. Either you've been invited up by the Host with the Most (let's face it, he isn't shy and he can back that claim up easily), or he's lent you his upstairs so that you can have some time to yourself and your partner of choice for the evening. If you want him, let me know! ]

[ Did I miss something? Well, create your own adventure by all means. Have fun, tag around. Don't do anything the Devil wouldn't do. If you want Lucifer, tag in the subject line please. ]

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[Don't ask him why he was in a place like this when it popped up almost as if over night. The best excuse he would have would be to say that he finally was curious enough about what bars were like before his world ended to care about getting in a small amount of trouble. He also over heard two people discussing it was the place to find just about everything.

Weapons is his first thought.

He isn't exactly 100% sure what that means though, but there is only one way to find out.

Between the music, the extent of drinking, the women and dancing he witnesses once inside - it doesn't take him long to see what those guys meant and look and feel like the awkward underage kid he really is on the inside. Clearly, it disturbs him grown up how grown ups can act this way.]
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[It's not long after he starts feeling out of place, a voice from behind makes him jump and spin around. Carl's not sure what surprises him more though: finding himself face to face with Lucifer or the fact the guy thinks he looks like he is enjoying himself.]

What are you doing here? [There's an accusatory tone behind his asking.]

[ He's not the only one that's disturbed, really. Bucky came around out of curiosity, but the goings on inside and people in too close proximity to each other is unsettling; makes him jumpy.

Bucky's just as awkward when he drifts away from the crowd and towards someone who looks too young to be here and knows it. Wryly, he offers. ] Not your thing, huh?

[Jumpy is a good word to describe him also. But then the longer he hesitates on moving to the exit to stare, the more he sees people schmooze up to one another and he grows uncomfortable with the idea someone might come up to him.

The problem with that is it leaves him open for exactly that to happen and for him to have to respond a bit jumpily in place.]

No. [His eye widens just a little, looking like he is caught.] It's not. I wasn't even thinking this place would be like this.

[ He's joking, of course. Carl looks woefully out of place in his club, if Lucifer is being honest, and he is always that. Lucifer merely smiles at the accusing tone thrown his way, and chuckles. ]

You're hardly one to be asking that, considering most places have a pesky rule or two about people in your position in places like these. Anyways, it's my place, and I'm giving you a pass.

Come on then.

[It's not a very good joke, but at least in a second he can it was one. He shrugs in response. They both don't fit in with this place as far as he is concerned.]

Yeah. I know that now. [He gestures to their surroundings, feeling awkward.] I heard this was the place to find anything you want... but now I know that's not right.

Come where? [He still starts follow because it is better that anything but standing around awkwardly, but it wouldn't hurt to know where he was going.]

[ Shows what the tiny human knows. He fits in quite well in places like this. He owns a place like this back home, actually. He's made it his home. ]

And who says it isn't right? I'm very good at getting things people want. Call it a favor.

[ Lucifer continues walking as he talks, leading them away from the throngs of people with gyrating hips and other---bits. Alien life was fascinating. ]

Off of the floor so that these people can dance, and somewhere we can talk, of course. Seems like there's something that you want, and I'm interested to know what it is.

[ He finally reaches one of the many small lounge areas, and takes a seat, leaning back effortlessly. He waits for the young man to catch up, and grins. ]

Come tell the Devil what it is you want.

[Maybe he just likes thinking the best of people. This place wasn't the worst after all, just the most uncomfortable.]

I don't think you'd be good at getting what I was thinking... [He says without so much of a thought. Though he can't help but nod at what Lucifer says next and continue to follow him, looking a little at his surroundings but not trying to do anything more than keeping an eye on the unsavoury types.

When he catches up to Lucifer, he chooses to stand, not sit in the lounge area right away. To say the least it's unnerving to have the Devil want you to tell them what it is you want.]

I was looking for, uh, weapons, I guess? Stuff I can't really buy on my own.

[He shrugs. Under the circumstances they met in, it didn't seem like there would be any judgement for telling the truth. Gathering weapons was definitely on his tdl.]

[ Oh ye of little faith. He's disappointed that you don't think he's capable of getting that sort of thing. ]

Try me. I'm good at getting anything I want, really. Point me in the right direction.

[ His mouth purses into a mild frown, mostly in thought, when he says what he wants. ]

Did you pick up a job that you need it for? Or are we still not trusting our new friends? Not that I really care what you're using them for as long as it's on the bad guys and punishing them. Or in self-defense. Did I tell you that a good friend is a detective?

Ooh, is that it, are you going to play cop?

[Yeah, sorry, he just can't see how Lucifer could get guns in this setting. But he'll come around. If his world has taught him anything, people can do just about anything eventually. For now though, he puzzles over the question posed to him. He wasn't really sure there was a direction to point them in towards that now.]

Um...

[Okay, so maybe not answering that question then. He can answer what it is for though.]

Not really. There is no job unless you count me being a farmhand as reason enough. I was wanting to find out where to get more in case things turn bad again. It's so I can protect my friends when I need to. You never can be too safe, I think. I guess you could call it a type of self-defense.

[And he may actually remember Lucifer saying something about his detective friend. He bobs his head anyway since it sounds familiar.]

Yeah. You said that before. Who are they?

[He shakes his head at the part about playing cop.]

No. I don't care about that. I'm not interested in catching bad guys just for selling guns. [Just being over-prepared for the bad guys planning to use the guns for no good.]

[ As far as reasons go, it's hardly a bad one. If weapons for defense are what the tiny human so desires, then that is what he shall receive. He is a man of his word, after all. ]

I've heard far worse reasons for such things. I can get you what you want, but I need a little more detail than what you've given me, or we need to go on a shopping trip together.

[ He sobers, briefly, despite the vibrant atmosphere of the club. ]

Sadly, she isn't here anymore. Her name is Chloe Decker. I imagine she's been sent home, now. At least I hope.

[ And he hopes, fervently, that his Father upholds his word and that she is safe. ]

[It's not a bad one. But now that his lead has not worked out, he looks momentarily surprised with Lucifer but ultimately stumped on how to provide more details.]

Yeah, uh... I don't have any more than that. So, um, we go shopping? [He raises his brow up, as if questioning it. In his defence, he never was expecting to find a willing participant to go shopping with.

He blinks at the name offered to him. Chloe. Chloe Decker actually rang a bell. He talked to her about cop or detective stuff. She was pretty cool, in his opinion. But then she disappeared...]

Oh... You mean that detective... I met her. She was worried about her daughter. She probably did go home, I know I did when I was in a place like this one before coming here. [If that can be any consolation.]

[She moves through the crowd with the ease of practice, a butterfly teetering between the line of social and simply watching. But for every word she speaks, every laugh she shares, she's gathering a feel for the crowd; people of interest, people to set aside for later, and ultimately? Thoroughly enjoying herself.

She doesn't indulge, though she may encourage someone else to- buying drinks while imbibing little alcohol herself. Anything to keep the talks going, do please tell her about yourself and your experience, perhaps it's you she's come up by with a flash of a smile-

-or maybe you've noticed her at a vantage point, leaning over a balcony to observe the crowd or sitting against the wall with a thoughtful expression on her face.]

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mmm, i've been hellbent, baby.

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lucifer, please!

your wish is my command!

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at the bar

luce pls

you got it!

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penthouse

wildcard!

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