13495/Oh What A Dream We Weave..

Oh What A Dream We Weave..
Date of Scene:	13 June 2021
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	Willow wends her wares at Club Lux. Meets Lucifer.
Cast of Characters:	Willow Rosenberg, Lucifer

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Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow had been.. ansty the whole day.

The problem was, in order to try her wings, so to speak, she had to break up and try them on a new place. Somewhere nobody knew her.

Enter Club Lux.

Willow is wearing a (for her) risque black dress, cut up to *there*, and down to *there*. showing off legs and bosoms galore. Her hair is down. And the only weird (maybe?) thing about her is her eyes. She had just enough potion to widen, and darken the pupils of her eyes.

She enters, and pauses, just enough to throw up a glamour, and make everyone stop in her path and *look* at her. Once at the bar, she asked, "One iced.. no, make it scotch." Then, because she forget herself, and the act she was putting on, "Please."

Lucifer has posed:
Glamours work on all the patrons of the bar except the couple of bouncers who are not of this world, and Lucifer himself. Even as eyes are drawn to Willow from those at the bar, to those a floor below and dancing, the Devil himself remains where he has been. At the top of the stairs, looking down and around, sipping on a glass of whiskey.

He's dressed immaculately in a three piece suit, the color a blue-grey, with a white handkerchief sticking out from his left breast pocket. Black hair is slicked back somewhat, blue eyes pierce through the glamour to all of those who are actually affected. His attention is, finally, taken to the woman who approaches the bar in that little black dress - the one who caused the air to stir, and he smirks.

It's a step, nothing more, and Lucifer is gone from his perch and filling the space behind the bar where Willow is talking. "A scotch? Of course. Would you prefer it on ice or neat?" He asks with a sultry tone in his voice, an ever-present smirk to his lips...and from what Willow could ascertain of her surroundings he surely is FAR more dressed up than the waitstaff or bartenders.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow wishes she had answered one or the other and stuck with it. Really she does.

Instead..

"Um.." The question takes her persona and leaves her uncertain. "Uhm neat.. no with ice.. I mean.." And there she stops and thinks: Neat was the manly drink, and would show subtle power (ha!). But over ice would her laissez faire attitude (and be a little bit easier going down.. she thinks). Decisively, "With ice."

Oh, but it hurt to swallow that second 'please' down.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tilts his head one way and then the other, watching the woman in front of him for a moment before he nods. He then pours a scotch over ice, but even goes a step further and dilutes the scotch with just a drop or two of water. Giving the glass a swirl - he'll say it helps chill the liquor faster - he then sets the glass on a cocktail napkin in front of Willow.

"There we are. Scotch on the rocks. I take it you're new here so allow me a moment. First drinks are always free. Anything ordered after that can be paid per drink or you can start a tab." He then pulls out a single sided, laminated piece of paper and sets it down on the bar where Willow can read it. "We also have a full kitchen staff, so if you're hungry please do try something. The fish and chips is especially popular. Likely because it's authentic." He grins. "Anything else for the moment?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
She can't help it. She really can't. Willow smiles at the man who has served her a drink. "Don't you think eating fish and chips would be weird with this outfit?" She peers down at herself, and then remembers her persona.

Almost perfectly, she drawls, "And if I only drink the one?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tilts his head one way and then the other before he lifts a single shoulder in a shrug. "Weird why? Because we'd get to watch crumbs fall into the crevices unknown - or what could only be imagined since you're not covering too terribly much..." His smirk remains, even if the rest of his visage seems impassive. "Course, you could always eat with a knife and fork..."

At her last question, he tilts his head the opposite direction, almost like each time his head tilts he's considering, contemplating, and watching. "Then you only drink the one? It's still free of charge."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
She laughs, somewhere between a giggle, and a full throated laugh. "Why this thing? Do you like it?"

Willow pretends to swipes at the pretend but of hair. "I almost didn't wear it." With the implied 'nothing', but, really, she almost didn't have the nerve to try it on.

Lucifer has posed:
"You would have caused quite a stir if you came in wearing nothing..." Lucifer offers. "My personal opinion is, I do like it..." A pause. "Might like it even more if it winds up on my bedroom floor." But then...

"So..what brought you out of the streets and into my club tonight? Curiosity? Intrigue? Sheer lack of scruples?"