13427/Not the Mercy You're Looking For

Not the Mercy You're Looking For
Date of Scene:	03 June 2021
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	Mercy visits Lux, and then in walks a Giles...or something...(continued in another scene)
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Mercy Thompson

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Lucifer has posed:
Weeknights aren't as busy as weekends, but Club Lux still gets a scattering of customers. Most of them are the high class regulars that come to the Club to watch some women shake their goodies, have a few drinks and then head on home. Others take their time and enjoy the dance floor while the DJ spins tracks and keeps blood pumping.

For Lucifer, it's just like any other night.

He's currently at his usual perch, right where the stairs go from the bar to the lower level where the dance floor is among a scattering of tables and booths that people sit at to talk, flirt, or whatever they wish to do. He's got a glass of whiskey in hand, sipping at it slowly while taking in the sights. All in all, it's a decently quiet night.

For now.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
The door of the establishment opens, and though it steps a woman who would definitely not be considered high class. She wears a pair of dark tan steel-toed boots, a pair of black jeans and a green t-shirt that has a cartoon pegasus on the back of it. Her dark brown hair has been tamed into pigtail braids, one to either side of her head. She wears a black leather jacket to complete her outfit. Just within, Mercy pauses, her nose giving a slight twitch.

The woman has eyes that are a lighter brown than her hair, a warmer brown, and she glances around for a brief moment before she starts to pick her way towards the bar. It would seem that she's fairly good at dodging out of the way, as a mostly drunk fellow stumbles into her path at one point and there's no contact made between the pair of them. She sidesteps neatly and continues on her way. Her keen nose smelled a lot of things, here -- an overwhelming amount of things, in fact. And her sensitive ears caught too many sounds. She didn't usually come to places like this, but whatever her reason, Mercy is here tonight.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is in the middle of a drink and taking interest in some people on the dance floor when he feels a certain tingle in the air. An interesting thing, since he wasn't expecting anyone as a visitor tonight - and this isn't the same sensation as when someone like his Angelic Brethren are visiting him. This is something...different. Something...he isn't sure what. A quick look around, and he's not even certain he knows where or why...all he knows is that there's definitely something happening to the air around him. Almost like he can tell something is happening to himself.

After a moment, with that discomfort becoming rather unsettling, he shifts and walks from his perch to behind the bar. Literally taking the steps and not using any ability no matter how small of a task it would be. Cautious is a word to describe him at this point, and that is how he will remain for the moment. He shifts past a couple of the bartenders serving a person or couple here and there before he stops himself just short of where Mercy's sights are at a bar stool. Shaking his head, he moves to wipe down the bar there where four seats are all empty in a row.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
There's a moment where her gaze flicks across the expanse of the establishment again, and she moves her left hand to adjust the jacket slightly. She felt out of place here, amongst the finery that it seemed everyone else wore. She's just a grease-monkey. Her gaze settles on the fellow who makes his way to be behind the bar, who then sets about the task of wiping down the bar. Her nose gave the slightest twitch, and she flicked her togue out to lightly damp her lips.

There are four stools right there that are empty. Just in front of the fellow who wipes down the bar. She steps lightly around a woman wearing a slinky red dress, and then she uses one of her feet to snag a stool -- one of the middle pair -- before she settles on it. She rests her left forearm on the bar, then lifts her right hand to brush one of her braids to her back. She looks at least part Native American, judging by her complexion. She seems patient to wait until he's finished with the task of wiping down the bar.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer doesn't take long to wipe down the spot at the bar with the four empty stools and as Mercy takes one to sit in, he regards her a moment before finishing and tossing the towel back. "Get you something from the bar?" He asks, his voice fluid and sensual, but he can tell there's something about this woman - no matter what he tries he likely won't get anything from her. No guile will work, or mental traps. He's just not sure why. Still, he watches her a moment longer and then, while keeping an ear to her, he goes about making himself another whiskey. Most bars won't let their tenders drink, and in fact there might be a law or two that forbid it. Lux is where laws are broken, not to mention he's the owner.

Mercy Thompson has posed:
There's a moment where she makes sure that her arms aren't in his way of wiping down the bar. One of her eyebrows slightly quirks as he asks the expected question, and she considers for a moment. She isn't here to get drunk. "A beer, please. The best of whatever you have on tap," Mercy requests, giving a small nod. She watches him, and though he might not be aware of it, she studies what little bits of scent come from him to tease her nose. There is, interestingly, a small and cute lamb charm worn on a necklace around her neck. There's a glance cast towards the whiskey that he pours himself, and her tongue flicks out to brush her lips. She doesn't seem nervous, interestingly enough. She takes a moment, glancing down the bar, then back over the rest of the establishment before her attention turns back to him.