13157/So this one time...at Club Lux...

So this one time...at Club Lux...
Date of Scene:	30 April 2021
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	Two mutants walk into a bar....and one even saves a lady in distress!
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Archangel, Cyclops

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Lucifer has posed:
Club Lux has become the pinnacle location for one who wants to experience any kind of sin their little hearts desire. The DJ spins the latest dance tunes for those working up a sweat on the dance floor, alcohol is served in troves to those gathered at the bar, Caged and Uncaged go-go dancers work their moves for oogling eyes...it's uniformed chaos of debauchery at it's finest.

Then there's the newly opened section of the upper level that is Lux Casino. People betting to take the house, but usually has the house take them. Some people strike lucky, most fail. And in the midst of it all is Lucifer Morningstar. Tonight, his always immaculately tailored suit is a deep blue, an emerald green handkerchief sticking out from his left breast pocket. Black hair slicked back while eyes blue as the deepest ocean scan those who partake in the sin den from where he usually perchest in a corner just aside stairs that lead down to the dance floor. Sipping on a whiskey as he does, and occasionally chatting with someone who pauses to offer him words if they so desire.

Archangel has posed:
Warren has heard of this new club through the social circles that he keeps, a high end bar catering to high end needs. A rival to the Hellfire Club, which he is a member of but doesn't tend to frequent for....reasons. Tonight, needing a drink or two after a very interesting week the winged mutant enters the club with his best friend in tow, and it is very hard to miss the billionaire as he steps foot into the room.

It's not so much his height or clothes that make an impression, it is the almost 7 foot tall white-feathered angelic wings that protrude from his back. Not to say his clothing isn't fashionable. The dark grey suit he wears it expertly tailored, both the shirt and jacket modified to allow his wings, a trick that Warren's personal tailor has mastered over the years. The shirt underneath a pure alabaster white that shimmers like only silk can, the ensemble completed with black leather loafers that have been shined to perfection. His companion is dressed somewhat similar, though the outfit seems slightly off as if not tailored for the man wearing it. A dark Navy blue suit, with yellow shirt and accented with red leather shoes and a red handkerchief. It fits Scott well enough, but a discerning eye would know it isn't fit for the man.

Warren pauses as he steps into the place, moving to the side so people behind can make there way around as he take in the fist view of Lux.

"Well," he chuckles to Scott, giving his friend a look, "Shall we see what kind of damage we can do to my bank account?"

Cyclops has posed:
"I feel like I have upset you for some reason and that this is some type of revenge you are putting upon me." Scott says as he gives a look around from behind his ruby quartz shades. He is not built for night clubs, being that he has to 'wear his sunglasses at night'. He stands out not only for his ridiculous outfit, but also for his shades. At least he doesn't have massive angel wings in the midst of the devil's lair.

"I am pretty sure what damage we may cause is what you would find in your couch cushions nine out of ten days." He says as he starts for the bar, clearing his throat. "I have not been to a club like this in years. I'm just going to follow your lead. Let's try not to get arrested if possible."

Lucifer has posed:
After watching the happenings on the dance floor for a moment or few longer, Lucifer lets his gaze wander once again. The sight of the man with the wingspan - and not hiding it for whatever reason - surely gains his attention. As does the one wearing what look like shades walking in with the angel. Color Lucifer curious, and so he steps away from his perch, and then for all intents and purposes disappears from sight. People are either used to it, or just simply don't realize it's happening as no one makes a fuss that someone who was just standing there is now just gone.

His reappearance happens steps away from where Scott happens to find a seat at the bar. It's fairly large, and shaped like a horseshoe, with at least two if not three bartenders working it. However, whether out of interest or boredom, Lucifer will step in when he feels like it, and right now his sights are pinned on the two who just walked in. Stepping up to those seats, he smiles. "Well good evening, gentlemen and welcome. What can I get you both started with tonight?"

Archangel has posed:
"What? You borrow clothes to go out, you get what you get, Summers. Besides, everything to you is just shades of red anyway. The only reason you know that suit isn't black is because I told you," laughs Warren as he makes his way to the bar with his friend. "Besides, you're engaged. You don't have to make a good impression on anyone. That ship has sailed"

Warren slips into on of the bar stools, trying his best to not be in the way with his wings, so at one of the far ends of the shoe. As Lucifer makes his appearance, Warren glances over and smiles, "Let's see...I'll have a scotch. I don't know what you have as the top of your top shelf, but whatever that is I'll take a glass of. Knowing Scott here, he will have a beer," Warren jokes as he looks over to Scott, "But lets see if he changes his order just to spite me."

Cyclops has posed:
"I am going to spite him and have a scotch also. Double. On the rocks."

Scott says as he takes a seat at the bar, his back straight and stiff like plywood as he gives a glance around with a sweep of his eyes. "We'll see about a beer after." As he gives a few tugs on his sleeves, he lets out a hum. "I also could have used my own suits and just because I am legally color blind, does not mean I want to look like Ronald McDonald in public." He says aside to his best friend.

"You must be Lucifer Morningstar." He says to the owner. "Saw your face on the website."

Lucifer has posed:
"Alright. One scotch. Neat or on the rocks?" Lucifer asks, and once the question is answered, he'll fix a glass of his finest top shelf he'll serve to most patrons. The *really* good stuff is kept on reserve and in private store. Eyes shift over to Scott then and he grins, fixing up another scotch, double, on the rocks. Both drinks are placed in front of the men on top of wooden coasters. "First drinks are always on the house here at Lux, but I can start a tab if either of you wish or, should you continue drinking, you can pay per drink consumed."

His gaze shifts to Scott more directly then, head tilting to the side just a bit and that smirk grows a little more. "Well, someone's done their homework it seems. I am, indeed, Lucifer Morningstar, owner and proprieter." A pause. "Does this mean I get to know your name or having passed your test and served your drinks shall I wander off somewhere else and let you two enjoy the wonders to be had here?"

Archangel has posed:
"Surprise me," Warren says to Lucifer as he questions to add ice or not, chuckling as Scott spites him and orders scotch as well. "Go ahead and open a tab," Warren replies, slipping a black card out of his pocket and passing it over towards the 'bartender'. It's one of those fancy cards that doesn't have any kind of limit at all. "I'm tempted to say just leave the bottle, but I might decide to change it up later."

As Scott asks, and Lucifer confirms that he is indeed the owner, Warren looks back to the Devil and ahhs, "Nice place you have here, Mr. Morningstar. I'm surprised I haven't been here before now, to be honest, but I don't go clubbing all that much anymore. I'm Warren Worthington, if you didn't already know." Warren being a public figure has no issues outing himself, but he leaves Scott to do his own introductions...not that he hasn't already said the other X-Man's name already.

Cyclops has posed:
"Scott Summers." The taller man says from behind his red glasses. "We saw your club hit the news recently for your casino opening. We're familiar with some of the people in the band." If it wasn't obvious by the man with the wings next to him. "So, we decided to swing on by and take a look around and see what all the excitement is about. Have a guy's night out so to speak."

He takes note of Warren picking up the tab and doesn't make mention of it. He is practically used to it at this point. It is appreciated after all. "How long have you been in business for? Few years now?" He says as he scans through the audience, the dancers, the DJ booth, then upwards to the second level.

Lucifer has posed:
The surprise is that both glasses have ice, it's just that Scott's glass has a double shot's worth as opposed to the single shot in Warren's own. Lucifer takes the proffered card, and if it's apparent the type of card it is - well - he's not calling the man out. All types of elite socialites come to the club to wind down...or up...and so it's no surprise that he's drawn attention to others of the same class. The tab opened and card pre-approved, he turns back to offer it to Warren once more. "Well, if you'd like a bottle or few, I wouldn't mind setting them out for you to take your pick. Or myself, or one of my bartenders, will surely make sure your drinks don't go dry until you want them to." He smiles and then inclines his head. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Worthington."

Then Scott speaks up a bit, about how they heard about the club and that they knew the people in the band that performed. "Ah, Miss Andrea. She is quite the talent, her and her boyfriend both really." The statement being that sort of Captain Obvious type doesn't seem to phase Lucifer either. Mutants in his bar have never and will never cause an uproar - as is apparent by how no one is causing a disturbance yet. Might even be that while to Warren, Scott and Lucifer they aren't hidden but something might be keeping everyone else from seeing the wings. "Yes, a few several years now. It became a passion project of mine when I moved here after having been rather...bored...at my last home for..." There's a more significant trail of a pause before he says, "Reasons of no consequence. I thank you both for your comments. It is certainly my pride and joy."

Archangel has posed:
"We will just play it by ear for now. The scotch should hold us for at least a few minutes while we get our bearings," Warren says as he starts to look around the nightclub. "A few years?! How is it I haven't been here until now then? I'm disappointed that I have missed out in a few years of decent drinks and even better eye candy," spouts Warren as he watches one of the particularly nimble go-go dancers do something nimble. "I could have totally wrecked this place in my younger days..."

He gives a glance over to Scott and grins, "Could you just imagine the trouble I would have gotten into here?!"

Cyclops has posed:
"I can imagine the type of trouble you would get in tonight." Scott says as he picks up his drink, then leans over to clink it against his before taking a sip from it. He trails his eyes towards the Go Go Dancers for a moment, giving an upwards amused look on his face before he looks back to Warren. "The red head?" He gives him a wink before he turns back to Lucifer.

"Well, this is a great place, as Warren said, in our younger years we would have enjoyed a place like this to run about without a care in the world." He gives an amused noise in his throat. "I'll have to recommend this place to a few of our colleages who still enjoy an active nightlife." Most likely Remy and Jubilee is on his mind. Roberto as well.

Lucifer has posed:
"Who's to say you can't still wreck the place in your golden days? Why linger on what could have been before. You're here now, and now is the best moment of your life..." Lucifer quips, that smirk never fading from his lips with that perfectly trimmed but scruff of a beard's shadow surrounding it. "Oh, we also have a kitchen so if you're hungry..." He hand summons a fairly skinny in the middle, curves where they matter waitress with fiery red hair and green eyes over. She places a menu down on the bar between Scott and Warren. "Heather, here, will be happy to take your order.."

Of course, Heather is gone a moment after placing the menu down, moving on to other tables and orders for the moment. "You can't want for anything in this club, I really have strived to offer any and everything that I am legally allowed to offer..." He pauses. "...and maybe some things that shouldn't...be...offered." A chuckle comes from him then before he looks between the two. "Ah, word of mouth is by far an interesting thing to have - however - just to sweeten the deal.." He reaches into an inner pocket of his jacket and produces a small-ish stack of about four or five business cards. Well, sort of business cards. They literally say 'Club Lux - Invitation for Sin'. "Give them these and they can skip the line at the door, plus they'll be treated to our VIP service. Keep a couple for yourselves too, if you wish. For the next time you come here."

Archangel has posed:
Warren scoffs, "Red head, blonde, brunette, pink, green, blue...I don't think it really matters. A single guy could do a lot worse for dating prospects than here. I'd say the only other place I know of that has this quality of patron would be the HFC, but I don't exactly go recommending people to go there. The cover charge is insane, not to mention the annual dues."

As Lucifer retorts, Warren laughs, "I'm kind of in a will they, won't they situation with someone right now, so I'm not to sure I am in a position to do any more than just look at the menu, you know?" But then he summons over Heather, and Warren looks from Lucifer her, then to Scott with a quizzical look, then back to Heather. "Wow. I mean, just... Scott, does she remind you of anyone?" Warren shakes his head with a laugh.

"I'm good for now, but a steak may be in my future. Depends on how much of an appetite I end up with." The cards are taken, briefly looked at, then slipped into a pocket in the front of his jacket. "Yeah. I could have gotten into some serious trouble here. Could you just imagine what Charles would have said when he had to get me out of here?"

Cyclops has posed:
There's a slight scoff from Scott as his eyes trail after Heather for a moment, cupping his chin in the palm of his hand before taking another sip. "Hm? Remind me of someone? No clue." He says with a drawl in his throat as he gives a glance back to him. "Maybe a girl you took home and forgot her name a few years back?" He says with a smirk. Taking a pair of the cards, he tucks them into his wallet, then slips it into his front pocket once more.

"A steak does sound like it may be in my future. We'll let you know when we get the hunger pang." The glass of scotch is placed down once more on the bartop as he continues to watch the crowd.

"Yes, I know exactly what Charles would have said. Sometimes I wonder I wasted my younger years away by being so focused on work while you and Bobby lived it up."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer listens to the two talk for a moment while he actually shifts to take care of a couple of drink refills. Stepping back over, he gives a nod. "The tab is under the name Worthington, and you can order drinks or food from the bar, or a waitress if you move to a table or booth." He offers. "Drinks are allowed in the casino, but for the moment, food is not...for...reasons." And then he smiles. "Again, you won't want for anything. From eye candy to food and drink."

A moment later, someone approaches Lucifer, whispering something into the man's ear. He frowns briefly, and for anyone who may chance a look, those blue eyes seem to flicker with flames for a moment before he closes them and takes a settling breath. "If you gentlemen will excuse me. I need to go handle an issue. If anything needs my direct attention at any point later, do not be afraid to ask for me." Then, in a blink, he steps away and is gone.

Archangel has posed:
Warren watches Lucifer head off to go take care of whatever it is he has to take care of, and turns to Scott, shifting himself around in the stool so he has a better view of the rest of the club. "You did," admits Warren as he sips his scotch, "But you got Jean in return, so I figure fair trade. Hell, you may have made out better in the long run. Barring things with Ororo at the moment, I have always been the bachelor. Bobby is Bobby...if I tried to take him here when we were younger, I don't know if he would have survived. I'm not even sure he would survive now, to be honest." Another sip is taken from his drink as the billionaire playboy keeps looking around at all the beautiful people, "If I had come in here when I was 21, I don't know if I would have ever left. Someone would have had to run a rescue mission to retrieve my ass."

Cyclops has posed:
"I could have created quite a tactical plan to rescue you." Scott confirms with a nod of his head, chuckling. "But, yes, I did get Jean in return, though it took years for us to get to this point. I suppose I could have sown some wild oats. I know that she was while I was busy studying. You two would go out and have fun while Hank and I stayed home and crammed our brains. Bobby? He'd get devoured in a place like this." He rubs a hand along the slight stubble upon his cheeks as he thinks for a long moment.

"I don't think you could take Ro to a place like this." He says as he chuckles, glancing back to him, amused. "Or Kurt." He gives a lick of his lips in thought. "Jean would love a place like this. I can see her out on the dance floor living it up." He gives a glance to Warren with a grin, brows lifting.

Archangel has posed:
"Oh, no, 'Ro could never come in here. She would have a panic attack before she took 3 steps in. To many people, to enclosed in. If she could get past the claustrophobia she might have a hell of a good time, but no this isn't a place for her. Kurt? Kurt would be kneeling at the door and praying, never setting foot in this place. Bobby...yeah, they would eat him alive. He would probably love every minute of it though, until he realized how far over his head he has gotten and needs a rescue. Jean would adore this place, you should take her! I am sure she would have a blast. You would just have to beat all the other guys off with a baseball bat, not that Jean can't take care of herself."

Warren sips at his drink, "Taking Hank here would be...amusing. It would be very interesting to see how the women here would react to the 'big kitty'. He may loose a few IQ points just from the vigorous pettings."

Cyclops has posed:
"I wonder if he'd be into that. Vigorous pettings." Scott asks as he takes another sip. "Should ask Sandy sometime." He says with a smirk over to him. "I may take Jean one day. But you'd have to come along with us. She'd want to dance with the two of us."

He finishes his drink and slides the glass over for a refill. He puts in an order for his steak and potatoes. Medium rare. He takes in a deep breath, then lets it out slowly as he runs a hand back through his hair. "Maybe next weekend we can go here together and have some fun. Try out the dance floor." As in it's obvious he most likely would not be trying it out tonight. He'd be too stiff.

Archangel has posed:
"I've never met Sandy," Warren admits. "But I can't imagine Hank doesn't like a good petting. Not that I am going to sit there and stroke his fur to find out."

As Scott makes an order for dinner, Warren does the same. Another steak, medium, with veggies instead of potatoes. "Sure, I will come along. I think I might make this a place I call a regular just for times to get away. It's a shame Ro couldn't come in here though. I feel bad that she can't join in the dancing."

Lucifer has posed:
The glass is refilled within seconds of being slid over. The tall, thin bartender with sandy blonde hair and a killer smile quick to ensure the glass doesn't stay dry. As the food orders are placed, he nods his head and turns to get that order started.

Lucifer is still gone, he's not behind the bar, he's not at his perch...honestly it's like he completely disappeared from the club altogether. At the very least it's not apparent where he went or where he is. There is, however, commotion that begins at the casino. Someone yelling about how they haven't been cheating, and the casino is just a sham. As if to prove himself in some fashion, he grabs his chips and begins to run for the door - which means he's passing the bar as he goes - only to be railroaded by a couple of security guards. Chips go flying around, some patrons let out gasps of surprise. All in all it's just a typical scene of a snatch and grab attempt. Bitch session included.

The icing on the cake however, is down on the dance floor. There are a few things Lucifer cannot stand for. Promiscuity is one thing. Blatant disregard of unwanted advances are a whole other ball game. The man in question is drunk and disorderly, but he also has the woman now in a chokehold, holding her close with a knife to her throat. The music has scratched to a halt, and other dancers are slowly backing away so it's just Lucifer standing across the floor from man with hostage. "Now, listen, you're more than welcome to stay here, sober up, and go on your merry. In fact, I encourage it, but the lady will not be joining you...and it will be considered a kindness if you just let. Her. Go."

Cyclops has posed:
When the music cuts out, Scott glances over towards the dance floor to glance over towards the commotion. He takes another sip of his drink casually as he glances over to Warren, then back towards the woman being held at knifepoint. He shifts his jaw to one side, then leans forward a bit as he squints his eyes.

"Well, I was not expecting this so early in our night. You'd think that maybe trouble just follows us around, huh? Well, we /are/ heroes after all, right?" There's a slight twitch of his lips upwards before he turns his attention. As always, his tactical mind begins to take assessment of the situation, watching as the bodies bob and wheeve as they look to move away.

He is patient as always. So. So. Patient.

He waits for the right moment before he lifts his glasses upwards, sending out a thin 'zap' of red beam across the room. The red laser glows in the dark room as it cuts through the crowd, past a shoulder, through a large earring loop, then pegs the man square between the eyes that holds the knife. He hits the ground in a thump, the blade clattering to the floor.

"Still got it. You didn't get your steak medium rare? It's juicier." He says aside to Warren as the glasses slip back over his face.

Archangel has posed:
Warren just sighs, glancing over at Scott with a wry smile. "You know, they have bouncers here for a reason. Not everything needs our interference. That being said, nice shot. Let's just hope you didn't get us kicked out for that little stunt." Just in case, Warren drains the last of his drink. "I like medium, sue me."

Lucifer has posed:
The moments after Scott's laser beam hits the man is a bit more fast paced. Two bouncers move in to grab the man off the floor and hauls him away while another secures the knife in a plastic bag. The woman, now free, runs over to Lucifer who slips an arm around her waist, whispers something in her ear and then lets her run off once more. The other man who tried to knick the casino is being hauled outside. There's no telling where the lasered man is going to go at this point.

The music starts up again. Did anyone see what happened? Something flashed - maybe - and now the man is gone. Lucifer just smiles. "It's fine, everyone, as you saw the woman is safe, the man is going to go sober up and your night can continue. Next round of drinks is on the house." He announces and then turns and heads off the dance floor.

"That," comes his voice seconds later, from behind the bar and in front of the two mutants, "was likely a dangerous thing to do." He pauses, his eyes are completely black for the moment, but he doesn't quite realize it. "But thank you. It's rare someone gets through the doors with a weapon. Most times I can just talk them down from doing stupid shit." He turns then, hitting a few buttons on the point of sale system and a receipt prints which he slides to Warren. "Your night, gentlemen, is on me. No arguments. I insist and it's already done."

Cyclops has posed:
"I should sue you for not having your steak the right way. What would Logan say if he knew you were ordering medium?" Scott says casually to Warren as he holds up his glass again for another sip. The flash of red was so quick that it would be hard to trace back to him unless one was actually paying attention to the pair of mutants at the bar. Though it appears Lucifer caught on.

He lifts his brows upwards over his glasses, then tilts his chin upwards. "Don't worry about it. We can pay. Besides, we don't plan on dancing tonight so chalk this up to in-club entertainment." He finishes his scotch and thunks the glass down, sliding it across the bar gently, then leans back with a lick of his lips to clean them of the flavor.

"That sound reasonable to you, War'?"

Archangel has posed:
"Something insulting with the word 'bub' in it I am sure. That rumor that Canadians are all polite? Yeah, he tosses that out on its ear," smirks Warren with a shake of his head. "Besides, at least it isn't medium-well or well-done, so get off my back, Slim."

As Lucifer rejoins, Warren blinks at the man, focused on those black eyes that he didn't recall seeing before. Now, eyes of one color of sclera or another are nothing unusual in the circles that Scott and Warren run in, he can name off the top of his head at least 3 people that have that a majority of the time if not permanently, but the difference between their first meeting and now makes it noticeable.

"Scott's right, no need for a freebie. It isn't like I can't afford to pay my own way here...but I am not going to argue with my host either, so thank you, Mr. Morningstar."

Lucifer has posed:
"It's not a matter of affordability, but more one of liability. Had Mister Summers not stepped in... things could have gotten a lot worse. A man's night out is surely going to be a lot cheaper for Lux as compared to what that all could have cost me." A pause. "Especially considering how priceless life is." Lucifer offers this much, blinks a few times, and his eyes are back to their normal but he doesn't know the change. It was just there and then not - because Lucifer was being pushed to his limits in that sudden moment. "I do hope you gentlemen enjoy the rest of your night. And that the entertainment is more...eye candy and less bullshit. I just wanted to come say thank you."