13499/Lux-ury accomodation

Lux-ury accomodation
Date of Scene:	13 June 2021
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	A pleasant evening with Emma and Lucifer. It seems not everyone is calibrated the same way.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Emma Frost, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
Although a little far from the Jersey Shore, Club Lux remains the go-to venue for the rich and famous and those that wish to be close to both. Youth floods the dance floor in droves, the young elite or simply the pleasant to look at, are definitely one of the draws.

Another is the discretion of the proprietor. This may not be Vegas, but what happens in Lux, usually stays in Lux. It is therefore a comfortable place to unwind and watch all of the pretty things, enjoyed vicariously from a place on high. Sinister does not bother to hide who he is here, although his attire is functionally normal. Black vest, white open collar shirt, nice slacks and crisp wing-tip boots. He appears to be indulging in a smorgasboard of amuse bouche and very fine liquors as he watches the entertainment of all varieties.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost arrives wearing a white pantsuit, open at the front with a flash of flesh running down all the way to her waist, showing the inner curves of her cleavage. Her blonde hair is slicked back and moist with product, tucked behind her ears, giving her a severe and intense appearance. Her lips are frosted with sparkling diamond-style lipstick, her ears and throat both dripping with the real thing.

Nothing she sees here can possibly shock her, she's seen the essence of excess. In fact, she's presided over such spectacles on many an occasion. Her icy gaze withers away a few would-be admirers as she makes her way over in five inch heels to stand before Sinister, "Nathaniel. Still hedonistic as ever, I see."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's red eyes drift to ankles, then inch by steady inch upward along the path of least resistance up to the face above, bedecked in opulence. All smiles, he inclines his head to Emma. "I do so like to indulge on occasion. What is immortality, without a few sins of the flesh to while away dull moments, Emma?" He lifts a glass of pink champagne in her direction. "Would you care to join me in unadultarated enjoyment? I am sure I have enough to go around," he leans a little to regard her ankles once again. "I do love a lady that can breathe in the upper stratosphere..." He sips.

"How have you been? Are you still pretending to be a teacher?" arching an eyebrow, he rolls to his feet, gesturing with a half-bow and a very graceful gesture, to one of the unoccupied spots in his nook. "I recommend the truffles -- they are quite despicably fine."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost smirks, her glittering lips curling at the corners, although her eyes remain their usual blue ice. "On occasion? It strikes me that there's nothing but occasions for you. Every day is a holiday in your world. And I -am- a teacher, thank you, my students always learn a great deal, even if it isn't always what they intended to learn. In order to have an influence in the world, Nathaniel, one most impress one's will onto the world."

"Or have you become uninterested in power and merely content to wallow in the hog trough of your own fluids? Not that I judge."

Lucifer has posed:
From somewhere in some back corner within the darkness where none dare tread comes the soft *ping* of an elevator reaching it's destined level. Moments later, coming from the shadows and into existence whether he actually walked the entire way or simply manifested is one Lucifer Morningstar. Owner. Proprieter. Devil. An ever present smirk twitching the corners of his lips upwards, immaculately dressed in a red three piece suit outlined in black with a black handkerchief sticking from the left breast pocket and blue eyes that peer into the depts of souls is the visage the man wears this evening. He steps further still, regarding patrons at tables and looking at the dancers in cages before plucking a glass of whiskey from a passing waitress' drink tray only to move to his 'perch'. A piece of the stairwell that leads down to the dance floor which gives him a vantage of both above and below.

If he knows of certain ones being present, he's not going to call them out just yet. So long as money is spent while the drinks flow, Lucifer is quite content indeed.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's smile gets a little wider in counterpart to the smirk. Smirks are such interesting little facial expressions to him, it seems. "Oh, always. ALthough, my fluids are far from a hog trough. Unsanitary, you know." He taps the side of his nose at this little comment and as it seems Emma is in no rush to sit, he settles himself back down again. Politesse only goes so far, the gesture was made.

"If you say so. I'd say that the salary is nowhere close to compensatory, however." He looks past her to the dancers; the nubile, the svelte and the over-enthusiastic all. A presence tickles his awareness though and unerringly, the ruby gaze finds Lucifer, lingers a moment and drifts back to Emma. "Are we going to trade insults and barbs, or shall we attempt to be more errudite?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost does take the seat now, folding one leg over the other and giving a brittle smile of her own, "Oh, I apologize, did you find that insulting? I hadn't remembered you being quite so sensitive. On the contrary, I thought you enjoyed the occasional foray into vulgarity. I'll take better care of my verbiage. I would hate to wound your sensibilities," she says.

"My wealth far exceeds the need for a salary. My involvement with Xavier's is keeping me at the pulsepoint of mutant affairs. Whether you or I think Charles Xavier is a beneficient genius or not, he and Erik have dominated the conversation for many years and it's foolish to discount the vitality of their following. While I have some sympathy with Magneto's philosophy, I find militancy distasteful."

She follows the gaze up to Lucifer, her senses not identifying him but opened enough to sense his potency, "A friend? Or a patron?"

Lucifer has posed:
There's a knowing. Lucifer knows Sinister is there. He knows he's had Sinister's gaze upon him, but for a brief moment more he simply sips and watches. Almost as if he's ignoring the man for that time after. Until, finally, he seems satisfied with what he's seen below and turns his attention to those above. Steps moving him forward, he smiles to patrons who greet him and keeps moving.

Then he stops, a patron taking his attention for a moment. Someone who has a complaint perhaps? Even a compliment maybe? Lucifer is willing to listen, and gives his attentions for thus. Of course, it halts any further attempt to reach Sinister and his new found company where he sits but - in time, surely. He can make up for the lost moments anyway.

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, I do not mind a well aimed lash of the tongue, but I find replying in kind to be in poor taste, more often than not, unless it is a particularly witty denegration. Those are a rare fruit and quite intoxicating, when delivered and prepared with impeccable timing," Sinister replies in a purr, gesturing around at the various liquors, that Emma might make her choice plain, floating a clean glass infront of her without so much as a gesture.

He gestures in a sinus wave with a finger in the air. "It is an unfortunate swell-trough pattern that reoccurs though, from my observations -- ideology and militancy, on both sides of the line. I have an unfortunate habit of being assaulted whenever I get close to Xavier's little establishment however. I can't imagine why that might be," delivered deadpan and dry as a bone, he glances toward Lucifer once again.

"Neither, particularly. Aquaintence is the better term; that is the proprietor of this establishment and if the rumours are at all true, he is the very first rebel with a cause. You'll like him, I think. He can charm the skin off of a snake. Lucifer Morningstar..." pause "...I wonder if saying his name three times makes him appear. Probably not, but--" he clucks his tongue "--I must ask my sources about existential rules of that ilk."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost offers a more sincere form of apology, then, "I truly did not intend to assault. I was merely being saucy. Also, I had a business discussion earlier which rather got under my skin and left me...dissatisfied," she says, with a bit of a frown.

"Given that you just told me your associate is the devil himself, I question the halo you just polished and put over your head with regards to Xavier's. I may not be privy to all the little secrets of your encounters, but I have no doubt you earned the enmity you receive. So you might as well bask in it. You do bask so very well, after all."

Lucifer has posed:
And there it is. The moment with his other patrons done and with a step, Lucifer is not where he was before. In fact, he's coming up from behind the other way. Quick little Devil he is. However, he smiles down at the pair, giving a tilt of his head as he regards Sinister. "Nathaniel. To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence this night?" Then he turns his attention to Emma, a raised brow given. "If he is disturbing you, madame, just blink three times and we'll away with him swiftly." Does he know the truth? Likely. But he has to play his part where he can.

"Also, I do not share commonalities with silver screen wanna be demons and tricksters. You'll just as easily annoy me by calling out my name thricely apart from being in the midst of..." He pauses. Likely for affect. "Primal altercations." Settling there as he smirks, then looks again to Emma. "Have you ordered a drink yet, my lady? Allow me to personally bring whatever you desire."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister selects Aperol, proffering the bottle to Emma, with a tilt of his head. "Oh, I quite understand," he murmurs, accepting and dismissing the apology as unnecessary with the same brush-stroke. "That must have been vexxing; I imagine that doesn't happen to you all that often, given your accumen in that regard. I am almost set upon with curiosity..." But does not directly ask. At least not yet.

INstead, he looks back at where Lucifer is dallying with the mortals. "Oh, I entirely own the reputation I have. It is well deserved. I shall bask, but not for the reasons of perverse self-satisfaction. We will see if any of the seeds I have scattered will find fallow land. Law of probability is in my favour in that regard." His eyes narrow just a little bit as he watches Lucifer, then they turn upon his own hands. Lifting the right one up, he extends the fingers, turns it back and forth and examines the cuticles a moment, narrowing his regard further. Claws briefly sprout and he examines them with a lean forward. Straight, now hooked, now broader talon-like, grey, then black, then a kind of ivory white and finally with a flick-flick of the digits, back to normal. And then Lucifer is -right here- and being his usual diabolical self.

Sinister sighs and shakes his head a few times with a dry, voiceless chuckle.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost regards Lucifer with the cool approbation for which she is known, keeping any trepidation or hesitancy out of her gaze. "White wine, preferably French and of significant vintage," she says.

She raises an eyebrow at Sinister's little display with his hands, but does not comment upon it directly, pitching her remarks back towards Lucifer, "It can be so very easy to be misunderstood, I've found. I myself have been called evil many times in my life. Sometimes by my own family. I have learned to let the judgments of others slide off my back - or be ground under my heel, as appropriate."

Lucifer has posed:
"Well. You'll find no judgements here. Not my department. I just punish the wicked once they're rid of this mortal coil." Lucifer offers, because why not. People either brush it off with a laugh because they think his name is circumstantial, or they become a bit more leery but still enjoy their night. Blue eyes look to Sinister and he tilts his head a moment before straightening up some. Since Sinister is seemingly ignoring Lucifer, his attention remains on Emma and her drink of choice.

"Ah, the lady has taste it seems. I just so happen to have a bottle of Chateau de Dominae from, I believe, the late 90s early 2000's. Would a glass of that be something to your liking? It's a lovely chardonnay I believe you'll find particularly exquisite." How the devil gets his fancy drinks is anyone's guess. People will likely believe he procures them with a five finger discount. It's really more he earns them when people owe him favors.

Sinister has posed:
THe proverbial deal with the devil, in all actuality. It wasn't so much that Sinister was ignoring him, so much as the timing was one part investment and two part backhand, but to this he is it seems, accustomed.

"I was here indulging in some of your delightful vices. My dalliances of late have unfortunately been rather pedestrian and Lux is still the best in the east coast when it comes to the persuit." Persuit? Of whatever, no doubt. There is a lot of persuing occuring down there, between one and another, many and singular. "Emma recently joined my table and I must say it has been a while. Always a pleasure to entertain her specific and unique presence." He smiles at Emma at this, judgements held and held tight.

"Has business been good, Lucifer?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost inclines her head, "That would suit me just fine, thank you very much. I make a point of having good taste. I find, in fact, that it's become something of a lost art. Some of my difficulties today were in dealing with an individual who couldn't seem to understand the importance of having a refined palate. Of cultivating the best and seeking out fine things," she sighs.

"I would blame it on young people, but I myself am still quite young, although I have experience far outstripping my tender years," she says. Her eyes turn towards Sinister and she adds, "And just what dalliances have you been pursuing, then? My talents let me discern something about others - I could likely find what it is you seek. Unless you prefer the thrill of the hunt, of course."

Lucifer has posed:
"I see. Well, of course you are always welcome here, and it is nice to see a familiar face among the crowd." Not that Lucifer doesn't have regulars, but there are only so many people he actually makes it a point to remember. "Business has been. Mostly the same, some bumps in the road, a few key but overall minor losses. It's all taken in stride and the club prevails. As do I." This offered and then he turns his attention to Emma.

"Splendid. Allow me to go and fetch this then." He could, if he wanted, make a fancy show of it and the bottle could just appear - but apparently for the moment, Lucifer isn't up for many tricks. That might be a thing in itself to wonder. Instead, he inclines his head and actually turns to walk off in order to perhaps truly fetch the promised bottle.

Sinister has posed:
"Unfortunately, it's a matter of culture, not so much youth." Sinister replies, with a small shake of his head and press of lips. "Civilization as a whole has diminished in culture, for a variety of factors. It exists now in pockets, to be nutured. It makes it more rarified and a treat when you find it and thusly enjoy the company that keeps it." And to the devil, he smiles. "It is good that the ship keeps sailing. You fascinate me, I must admit." He sips again of his pink champagne, watching Lucifer move as he leaves. Maybe that was what he came for, just to watch. That. But then he looks back to Emma, licking his lip very lightly with a dart of tongue.

"Would you believe me if I said I was not precisely sure what it is that I'm looking for? The hunt and the thrill of it is what it is and I will not deny that. But there are times, even for me, when there is a hankering that you cannot quite put your finger on. So..." he gestures at the place "...here I am. In the lion's den, in the hopes that whatever it is will... appear."

He tilts his head to her. "Why French white? I often find that Australian outstrips it for quality of taste. Is it the history?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost sits back, "My cultural roots are in France. As are my investments in vineyards. So, it is a matter of loyalty and a matter of interest," she says. "And it was the first wine I ever tried. One's tastes are so often shaped by early experience.

"Yes, I believe you, although you are not always known as a truthteller, dear Nathaniel. I admit to being an anomaly of my own era, although I think you might recognize your perspective to be, perhaps, skewed a bit due to your own...antiquity," she says with a teasing lilt. "The world perhaps seems less bright because you have seen and tasted so very much of it already. Novelty must be very hard to come by after a while."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer arrives again, after a time, a wine glass set in front of Emma and then he pops the bottle and pours enough for her to taste. He hadn't missed what Sinister said before and his attention turns to the man after a moment. "I am tickled to hear that I fascinate me. And pride plus a certain curiosity leads me to wonder just what about me does such. We can, however, leave that for a discussion at another time should you desire."

He had, however, missed any more points of conversation between the two and with the wine poured, he sets the bottle on the table so Emma can enjoy it to her hearts content. "At any rate. Do not let me keep you. I was really just sliding by to say hello to a friend and meet his companion for the evening. However, if anything else is needed, please do not hesitate to bring it to my personal attention. Nathaniel knows how to gain such." He smiles, and pauses, for responses likely.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister laughs genuinely at that, smiling in a fond sort of way, his expression nostalgic, if only very fleetingly. "I admire your tact," he inclines his head to her, looking away to where Lucifer is working on the bottle again, his aspect introverted for a moment. "Quite so though. Early experiences, they are the very fundament of our core. One can spend more than one lifetime, trying to undo what was done, or to try and achieve what has long been gone, just one more time." Pause, chuckle "Maybe that is why I tend to favour liquors. My father's decanter contained his cognac and I was not always a good little lad. The act of sneaking it and adding just a little water to it so he would not notice, was a thrill once upon a time."

He looks back, tilts his head to her, viewing her across his cheekbone, angular as it is and high. Aristocracy, was he. Once. "I do still get surprised sometimes you know. It has become a bit perverse these days though; there are very few pleasant surprises thrust upon me, but even a nasty surprise is still something unexpected and novel. One grows from it, or one is reminded not to overestimate one's own intellect, lest arrogance be a downfall."

When Lucifer returns, he gestures to the nook that they occupy, "Won't you join us and perhaps your whiles can be discussed in greater detail, dear Lucifer. I would not object."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost inclines her head, "As you please, good sir. As Nathaniel says, you'd be welcome to stay, but neither do you have an obligation to join us," she says.

To Sinister's comments, her eyes go down, "I know all too well that there are experiences in my early life that shaped me immensely. For good and for ill. Things that cannot be blotted from the mind. Ironic, I can take memories from another with a flick of my psionic scalpel, but my own thoughts remain inviolate. I cannot expunge them from myself. And I can never trust another the access to do it for me," she says.

"Better then to remember and let myself learn and to make sure that certain individuals pay the price for the things they have done. Some of them already have."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer seems to look between the two for a moment and then smiles. "Well, if you both insist. I have nothing else going on at the moment and could use a bit of a reprieve." He offers and then pointedly looks at Sinister, waving his hand in a 'scoot' fashion. "Move over then... cause I'm not about to climb over the table to sit between the two of you. Nor am I going to move through it like I can..." He says this and he gives another smile.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister obliges with sliding himself around, sandwiched now between Emma and Lucifer, he cannot help but look left and right, a very visible air of appreciation on his features with it. The White Queen, the icey Frost and the Light of the Morning Star. He gives a very soft little sigh, smiles and looks up at nothing in particular as he rests elbows on the back of the apolstery, letting his hands dangle to either side of him. There is still PLENTY of space to be had.

He sobers a little after this, ruby gaze settled on Emma first. "I wouldn't take away a single memory, no matter how terrible. They are what makes us. We're less without them. Even if I could do psychic surgery with the same skill you can, which I have not truly honed... I wouldn't. Not to that purpose." But who knows, perhaps to another. You don't always have to do anything though, sometimes it's what you /don't/ mess with that makes the big difference. "The punishments had best be creative though-- your benchmark is high."

And the other way, toward Lucifer. "You make everything seem effortless; an eon to learn it I'm sure, but perfection is still a thing to be admired. There are many other things that fascinate." He waves a finger around the club "You are still in the thick of it. I wonder how you can --be-- like this. Still. Perpetually. But then you are not human, I find myself wondering what it must be like to be as you are. Is it different? And of course, I cannot find a qualifier or any control to measure anything against, as there is no comparison."

Emma Frost has posed:
"For him or for you, Nathaniel. You are a unique creation in your own right, after all," she says.

"I may not have made peace with the damage of my past, but I have found ways to use it as motivation, yes. And it has increased my tolerance for suffering, a thing which I have found quite valuable in the world. Some kinds of pain can even be sought out, if you know how to ride them. They can even be empowering."

She takes a long sip of her wine, her diamond-sparkled lips moistened yet the make-up not being damaged in the least. "This place reminds me a bit of my own old Club. Although it's now not nearly so lively. A sad thing, but perhaps everything must fall in time. I do not have the strength to support it all on my own."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tilts his head one way and then the other before he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "I am, of course, limited in what I can and cannot do when I stuff myself into a mortal frame. If I were to shed this mortal body and show my true form...I could surely do so much more." THis and then he glances to Emma. "this, of course, is private information. Not that anyone is going to likely believe you but...I do tend to try and keep this among...close knit people." This and he smirks, looking to the table before over to the bar and he holds a hand out to let his glass come over to him so he can take a sip.

There's a motion made to the woman now across from him. "Is the wine to your liking?" At least asking that before he looks between man and woman a few times, perhaps trying to discern something. Or maybe he's just being polite with eye contact during a conversation.

Sinister has posed:
"Self-made man, actually," Sinister says in a murmur, glancing at his cuticles again, left and right then back to Emma with a sparkle and the hint of a dimple in the faint movement of his lips to the side. "And yes, they very much can. They can hone the senses to a razor sharp accuity, bringing out the killer instinct in various avenues." He sucks on his cheeks, making his mouth a moue, glancing the other way and up, over and around. Something about what Emma said causes him to laugh. "There's an irony there, speaking of your old club in club Lux, with our esteemed host, here." He looks to Lucifer and back. "I have no doubt that it will rise up again, some time. It is tenacious."

There is a pause, as he turns to look Lucifer straight in the eye and there he holds attention, head tilting again, studying. Drinking it in, perhaps. "Did you choose this form?"

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost empties her glass with a careful sip and lowers it to the table, "Very much so. Although I'm not going to overindulge, I wouldn't want to get too out of hand," she says. Emma, after all, very much prefers to be in control of herself.

"Well, if Lucifer, you are indeed the true owner of that name, you probably would remember the original progenitors of the Club. Devil worshippers, they say, in the way that the Victorians often did, using the image of the devil as an excuse for their own excesses and indulgences. I'm sure you spent many a night there, Nathaniel."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer side-eyes Sinister for a moment and then nods his head. "When I decided to leave Hell and come play on Earth, yes. I chose this form. I could, at any moment, choose another form. Either existing or, had existed, or just... a new one altogether. I like this form though. And I find that the accent does me incredible wonders..." He leans forward, elbow on the table, chin cupped in hand. "It's a shame your friend here has powers of her own... I fear I might not be able to play with her like I would some of the other company you keep, dear Nathaniel..."

That said, when Emma offers comments about the wine he nods and smiles. "I'm glad. You can keep the bottle. Finish it here. Take it home. I don't care. I'm sure Nathaniel here would be more than happy to include it on his bill.." That particular bottle is likely in the thousands of dollars range. A flick of fingers for one such as Sinister, no? Still. "Mmn... Yes. I do recall. I never did like the image they gave me... I much prefer the ones...oh where are they at..." He seems to think hard on this. "Ah. St Paul's Cathedral... much more fitting..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister shakes his head a little. "Less often than you would think. At the time, I was assessing the power structure within its doors. Those first members... some of them are still around. I was invited, plenty of times though." This sounds to be truthful and he side-eyes Lucifer once again, there, giving a soft, but somehow elegant snort. He looks at his pink champagne and out again, back to Lucifer and then to Emma. "She is not terribly keen on being played with. She tends to play back. So it could be fun sport for both of you, if you engaged... rather like an entertaining swordfight, with minds." He smiles sublime at this, considers again and lifts his hand to regard it. His skin tone becomes human once again, the fingers more artistic and delicate seeming. A 'pretty' hand, mismatched to his pallor of the rest of him. "I suppose I chose this form, also. I can't truly remember exactly what I once looked like. When I learned to become exactly as I desired to be, there was a steep and sudden learning curve. I spent a good two weeks as a puddle that occasionally glooped around whilst I tried to figure out how to maintain form."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost regards Lucifer's claims with a healthy amount of skepticism, but she'd never be so gauche as to voice it out loud. He might be some sort of immortal playing the part and, if so, that's fine by her.

"Choosing the way you are seen can be extremely important. Grooming the minds of others to get things accomplished is, in part, a matter of showing them how they s hould see you. Respect, power, influence, attraction, sex, love - it's all based first and foremost in those impressions we create with our style and our aesthetic choices. People who discount such matters as shallow don't really understand the way the world works."

Lucifer has posed:
"I mean, even in the ancient superfluous text I was the most beautiful of all the angels. As well as...how did Castiel put it...the most wise. But also arrogant I suppose. Giving no cause to reason when I rebeled and ultimately fell." Lucifer says, shifting to sip at his whiskey again. Then he thinks on it some more. "So I suppose I took a little time to see what sort of form would people find the most engaging, sexy, easy to talk to. It's amazing what one can do with a few good looks and a popular accent. Did you know people love the English accent above most all others? It's fascinating..." Then he shrugs. "Well I am glad you were able to pull yourself out of your puddle...I do like this look you've given yourself." Eyes turning to Emma then. "Indeed, all of those things matter... but with a look, I can attempt to draw out a person's deepest desires. They just tell them to me, mostly when I ask, sometimes when I don't." He isn't asking either, not now. But he realizes he could, and it would be a hell of a show if he tried apparently.

Sinister has posed:
"Beauty is only skin deep, as they say. But it has a hell of a clout to it and not a single human can really deny it. Well presented, well turned, nicely symmetrical, properly proportioned, we're hardwired to appreciate it. Add fine things to that layer..." And Sinister's form blurs and shifts, refines, hones and ends up quite literally drop dead gorgeous. Even his clothing is absolutely on point, with jewelery just so, impeccably presented. He's added a little wave to ravenwing black hair, made his eyes that crystal clear /exceptionally/ rare green. Romance novels have paintings like that. He smiles, waggles eyebrows up and down, then it all melts back to pale, moustachio'd and goateed, black hair tied back, diamond in the forehead and ruby of eye. It's handsome in an inhuman way, of course. But nobody could mistake him for human at all. "I came by the english accent naturally though. I think as far as I can tell, it sounds the right quality to the ear. I personally quite like scottish. It has such potential to sound angry -all- the time."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost regards Lucifer with a mildly sultry look, which can still be potent. Mildly sultry for Emma Frost is extremely sexy for an average person. "Perhaps someday."

"Unfortunately, gentlemen, I do have other things to attend to tonight. It was delightful conversation, however. Always good to see you, Nathaniel, and a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lucifer," she says. She draws one of her cards from the pocket of her jacket, giving it to Lucifer, "You can have a few more bottles of that wine sent to my offices. On my own tab, of course, I wouldn't dream of imposing further on Nathaniel's goodwill," she says.

She rises to her feet, moving on those five inch heels as if born on them, "Ciao, bellas."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks and then shifts his gaze as Emma proceeds to stand from the table. He takes the offered card and gives a nod of his head in agreement before tucking the card away. "Pleasure was mine. Have a lovely rest of your evening." He even watches her go for a moment before turning his attention back to Sinister. "Well then... I never thought you'd be the type to keep familiars in your wake. People who know you and continue to take up residence in your company." He offers this with a chuckle before leaning back in his seat some, glass lifting to his lips for another sip of whiskey. "In all truth, however, how are you doing? Well enough?"

Sinister has posed:
Nathaniel rises also, for such is polite and inclines his head as Emma departs. "It was a pleasure, as always, miss Emma." And in the wake of her departure, he sniffs the air slightly where she had been, smiling in satisfaction that even the perfume was expensive and in good taste. He settles once again, taking up a truffle and turning it in his fingers. The mushroom kind, not the ganache ball kind. "Emma is unique-- the kind that had a shadowed past and owns it, rather than the kind that attempts to redeem every action taken. She is powerful, self-assured and the equal of any iron-clad business mogul on the face of the earth. Once upon a time, we were... occasional conversation and business companions. It's hard to forget all that you were."

Looking to Lucifer afterwards, he gives a soft shrug. "Contrary to the beliefs of some, I have not been an indolent hedonist. My luck lately has shifted a little and I feel as if I am making a measure of progress toward furthering my enlightenment. Being all that I can be, as it were." Which coming from his lips, is probably not the best thing to be hearing, if you're anyone else but Lucifer, that is. He gazes at the celestial for a long while. "I met a god, for instance." Not the, just a.

Lucifer has posed:
"I am of the mind that there are not many who do not have some sort of shadowed past. To be able to own it, rather than attempt to atone for every little thing..is indeed a special thing." Lucifer comments on that much. For everything else, he simply lets it be. Watching as Sinister picks up a truffle to look it over, there's a soft tilt to Lucifer's head. "Did she come bearing you gifts of truffle or did you have those already?" Such things can be quite expensive unless you've the means to find them yourself - which Lucifer doesn't put past Sinister in having.

As the man talks on, there's a nod from the Devil as he finishes off his whiskey and sets his glass down. "Well, I never truly believed you to be such. I cannot speak for those who do of course. Though, I am curious now, as to this path you seem to be going down that may lead you to full enlightenment." That smirk is ever present on Lucifer's lips and after a moment he chuckles. "Did you? Which one? Loki? Phobos? Ares? Bast? Surely there are plenty of gods walking among this earth now that they can..."

Sinister has posed:
"Phobos. And technically also, his uncle by dint of ptolomeic marriages-- Sutekh. That was strange. When you think of egyptian gods, you don't think five foot seven with big teeth and alarmingly red hair egyptians, carrying very large golden crooks, but there you go." Sinister chuckles, side-eyeing once again to the tune of the truffle. "Brought them with. I thought I might gift them to the kitchens and see what might be done, but then I thought about them and now I'm all undecided. Such is life. As to the path? Understanding. Knowledge is what curses us and also enriches us. I cannot know all that there is, but if I do not try to see beyond my own self-imposed blinkers, I will be doomed to failing myself time and time again. I do not like that prospect--"

Speaking as one of the few that owns their pasts, he considers with genuine deliberation. "--Delusion is attempting the same thing over and over, without ever learning more about your situation and circumstance and those of others. After all, only a year ago, I would never have considered that I would be sitting here, in this club, conversing with you and more to the point, not dismissing all that you potentially are, as a folly of a sick mind. Yet here I am. Small steps." He gazes again, seemingly once again fascinated.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer regards the truffle first, as it's the simplest of topics on the table so to speak. "Well, did you bring one or several? If just the one, I can understand not wanting to part with it. I also think it deserves to be in better hands than those of my kitchen staff. They're wonderful, sure, but they should not be tampering with such wonderful ingredients such as those." He motions to the truffle then before giving a shrug of his shoulders. "There's a young man down the street. Budding chef. He might do the treat more justice."

When things fall back to pasts and owning them, Lucifer tilts his head just so. "I own my past. I own what I did at the beginning, and I own every single deal I have made, person I have guided, and soul I have tormented. Perhaps I am supposed to. Perhaps I have done so willingly. I willingly gave up the throne to Hell, which is another checkered piece in what becomes my past once it's done. I suppose in the end of all things, we all can own, do, believe, disbelieve, prove, deny, or whatever other objectional adjective you can toss out with the paths we are on. One will say it is as it shall be. Others will say you make you path your own. Free will. Destiny. Stone set. None of it matters in the end. For at some point either in the near or distant future...this...all of it...down to the last miniscule quark...will be gone." He waves a hand and a pack of cigarettes forms on the table, Lucifer taking one and lighting the end with a snap of his fingers before offering the pack itself to Sinister.

Sinister has posed:
"I have about two dozen of them," Sinister brings the truffle to his nose, sniffs it and sets it down once again. On the table. Just there, like an ugly lump of absolute deliciousness. They really do look like the bastard child of a turd and a testicle, but they are so very good. "Young chef down the road a ways. I will remember." And find.

Then there is a nihilism stroke that demands to be prodded at from all angles and he watches, his chin slowly dropping and his head tilting as Lucifer speaks, conjours cigarettes and lights them with a flourish of pyrokinesis. He takes one, sets it to lips and leans in to light his on the cherry of Luci's own. The puff is deep, leaning back, sending a cloud to the roof of their cubby to silkily slide outwards. "Makes you wonder what will come after. And whether multi-verse aspects have any kind of play." He looks at the truffle again. "I don't need to eat. I don't need to drink either. It does absolutely nothing for me, but some things are just special."

Lucifer has posed:
"Nor I. Eating and drinking, I can do, because this mortal body allows it, but I will never go hungry. Never get dehydrated. Alcohol does not affect me. This..." Lucifer florishes his cigarette before taking another deep inhale and exhale. The smoke hits a sort of..barrier? Dissipates. And there is nothing left from such. No scent. The patrons likely won't even know they are smoking. Lucifer would keep it that way too or this place would likely become a dim haven. "I just do it cause I can. It gives me no actual pleasure."

There's a pall that comes over Lucifer's features after a moment, an ashtray forms on the table and he flicks. "One can wonder. Others can know. I...do neither. Could you imagine an infinite numbers of us on an infinate number of existances? Doing exactly the same things, or just miniscule differences. Like I could still be in Hell. There could be another me that never fell in the beginning..." He pauses. Smokes. Seems to think, and for a very brief shattering moment, he seems...sad? "Trivial. In the end of it all."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister is getting answers tonight to questions he's never actually asked. It is quite the schooling. He blinks owlishly at Lucifer, then looks at the truffle again. It rolls of its own accord to his palm and he pockets it, patting the hidey hole. HIS truffle. "There's probably a universe where I never do this, too." He reaches out and aims a stroke of thumb to the angel's cheek, with the purpose of cupping the man's head in a friendly but a little intimate gesture. Whether it lands or not, he withdraws the touch afterwards, probably. Unless he can't.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is likely derailing thoughts left and right at this point, and without even meaning to. Either way, he notes the truffle going into Sinister's pocket and that makes him smirk just a little. At that single comment, Lucifer's attention is gained, and when that thumb lands on his cheek - even for but a brief moment of friendly intimacy - Lucifer's eyes shut and he smiles. Genuinely. "...Then that is not a universe I wish to think upon..." He offers softly, letting his eyes open but they're a brighter blue than before. Almost irradescent, and a spark of hellfire shines within them. "What do you seek, Nathaniel?" Asked, and then he smokes again.

Sinister has posed:
"Do I really have to be seeking anything?" Sinister replies, placing the hand that touched upon the apolstery backing of the alcove, that his body is angled just a little bit further toward the Devil. It is a /little/ hard to tell where his gaze goes, owing to the fact that his eyes are a solid red, but there is the impression of a roving gaze, tracing over the mundane and somehow seeing a liiiiiittle bit beyond it. The left hand ferries the nicotine stick to his lips, the smoke blown out through his nose as the cherry flares and touches crimson on his cheeks and nose, reflects in the spark in Lucifer's eyes.

He honestly does seem to be drinking in the whole of the devil, even the hellfire, unafraid of any of it.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer shakes his head, keeping that smirk, and his eyes shift to catch Sinister's crimson gaze. "No. Actually of anyone who would keep my company, you are one of the few I truly believe seek nothing from me." He pauses, flicks ashes, and then takes another drag off that cigarette. He's quite aware of the lean, the roving gaze, and for once he's inclined to let it be as it is. Perhaps in a sort of hard to break fashion. His gaze averts once more, and a chuff of a chuckle escapes him. There's also a knowing that Sinister is unafraid of him. All of him. But that doesn't surprise the Devil really. Another blink and his eyes seem to slowly dim back to their usual slightly duller blue with a lack of hellfire flickering. "Well...quite...interesting topics to say the least."

Sinister has posed:
"Absolutely /fascinating/..." Sinister repeats what he'd said earlier, sighs and finishes off his cigarette. The cherry is shaved in the ashtray to a fine point, considered, then snuffed out, ending the work that went into achieving a point in a single gesture. "Only quite interesting? For shame. We will have to figure better topics in the future. Entirely intriguing topics, that challenge the mind." The intensity of regard is tempered then, made less all-engrossing. "I never thought I would say such a thing, but you make me feel better about life." Nihilism does that? Engrossing death-of-all-things fatalism? Apparently so. "Life is enjoyable, as is your company, when you're not stuck between a rock and a hard place, by the rules of hospitality. Maybe one day I shall tempt you out of your den of iniquity and out into the bright. We could take a stroll down by the boardwalk."