13709/Sandy Cove Motel - or beyond

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Sandy Cove Motel - or beyond
Date of Scene: 07 August 2021
Location: Just outside of White Plains - Conneticut
Synopsis: A midnight drive lead to staying overnight by the ocean of Long-island Sound, where Constantine popped up for breakfast and a real estate investment occured.
Cast of Characters: Sinister, Lucifer, Constantine




Sinister has posed:
Summer nights by the sea can be quite a thing, can't they? Sophie parked outside, locked up tight with her alarm on, Room number 6, because: reasons.

It just isn't five star, but the bed was comfortable and knew what it was supposed to be, when it was cheerfully used, lightly abused and promptly laid upon.

Dawn comes fingering through the curtains, which are that non-descript brown of drapery that last saw itself renewed sometime in nineteen seventy five, which is probably when the current owners of the Sandy Cove Motel bought their little moneymaker. The 'Do NOT disturb' sign hung on the door is hopefully a deterrant to missus cheerful elderly proprietress to NOT come in with fresh towels. The smell of salt tang though, is a refreshing one on the nostrils.

"Are you awake?" whispered, everything is just a tangle of sheets, limbs and blankets at the moment and the air conditioning unit in the window might have drowned that out.

Lucifer has posed:
These reprieves are becoming a testament to just how much time OUT Lucifer has likely been needing. Cooped up in Hell, then cooped up in a luxury club and penthouse. Though in all those years, all the company kept, he was still alone and lonely. One doesn't quite realize such things, however, until they are deep within what could have been before that is now.

And help him, but he is hooked and glad that it's Sinister who's hooked him.

The salty air calls to him a bit, but also the hum of the AC and then there are those whispered words. He inhales deep, lets it out in a soft not-quite-awake groan and only shifts enough to draw bodies closer together. "That begs the question of if I sleep..." He offers on a chuckle. "Aye, love. I am awake."

Sinister has posed:
"You're like me, you contemplate the inside of your eyelids from time to time," Sinister chuckles softly, realizes her throat is dry by the fact it came out raspy and smacks her lips. The little mini-fridge in here is barely stocked, but it does have bottles of water as a courtesy and one makes its way over to settle by the digital alarm clock. Which has NOT been touched at all! Sinister writhes juuuust enough to get more closely associated, then reaches for the bottle, to wet her throat a little, sucking with all the grace of a fish in water and making the plastic bottle gurgle when done. She offers it just in case Lucifer wants.

"Last night was spectacular. I've not been this relaxed in ooooh.... a while. Do you think we should do breakfast? Or would that involve too much effort of getting up?" She's grinning, which can be felt, rather than seen as it's still quite dark in here.

Lucifer has posed:
"Pretty much. I can sleep if I want to. Dream if I desire. For the most part though I just lay down and close my eyes...probably drift a bit just to let time go by but..." Then Lucifer shrugs, and smirks as she gets closer while also bringing a bottle of water over for them to share. Which he does partake a few sips of and then levitates it back to the night stand. Over all, the motel isn't too shabby, but it's certainly not quite the posh he's used to.

"I agree, absolutely. This has been amazing. Evey moment I spend with you is...truly such." He offers and then takes in a breath while they settle closer together. "Mmn...well that depends. I doubt they have anything akin to room service here, so we'd have to get up or else find some way to have food delivered."

Sinister has posed:
"I think we might have to admit that although this bed is comfortable and memories are made of moments such as this, amazing can happen outside of Sandy Cove in the imminent future," Sin leans in to his cheek, rubs her nose against the stubble there and very gently kisses his jaw. "Quality time comes in all shapes and sizes. I, personally, have nothing but good things to say about filling my memory with company. Loneliness sneaks up on you, but you never realize until it's not there any more, just how much it filled everything."

Vocalizing a thing that had been an existential observation of the Narrator, she kisses him again, this time a little higher up on his cheek. "Never alone. Not any more. Always in thoughts, always in mind. But..." she pouts, sounds a little whiney with it, playfully so "...my stomach is about to growl and this is small town america. There's got to be a Denny's or an iHop somewhere nearby. I could have bacon and eggs, a stack of waffles, syrup, toast, mushrooms, sausages and hashbrowns about now."

All that? Yup. She might be teasing, but likely not. That's new though. Even when they wine and dine, it's because of an enjoyment of the moment, not because of a necessity for fuel. There is the sensation at the moment, deep in the mind, that there might be a stomach growl sometime in the near future.

Lucifer has posed:
"I think you are right in that, my dear. This is a nice little spot we have found ourselves. No one knows us, we're but strangers in a slightly familiar land." Lucifer's eyes sparkle in the lacklight, a splash of hellfire flickering a moment. "Mmn, I was just thinking something along those lines. I never knew what I was experiencing was loneliness...not until you. I don't ever with the latter again..." He offers then.

"I am sure there is somewhere we can find that can make a suitable breakfast. Even a smaller mom and pop shop as they seem to do that decently here." He offers, and then he actually begins to shift. Just a little, a shimmy, a pull back of covers. The AC turned off somehow and then he rolls just a little away from her side. "Mmn. King of Hell is lazy. More tonight at five." He offers as if the headline of a news show and then gives a chuckle. Listening as she rattles off all she could likely eat right now, he smirks. "That's quite an appetite you have..."

Shift, move, sit up, sigh. Eventually his energy will return but he was so so so comfortable, his body is fighting him a bit. A stretch and yawn before he turns to look upon her even if she's moved. "Unless you'd rather Denny's..."

Sinister has posed:
"If we find a diner, all to the good," She has. She's sitting up, though she looks like she took a similar amount of effort to do so. Stretching tall, the line of her spine curves just so into the tangle of sheets, pristine white skin oh-so-slightly marred by the folds of sheets. The waves of black hair though, look like she never got them mussed up and that is DEFINITELY a physical lie, as there was a helluvalot of mussing up last night. She glows, oh-so-slightly in the light of dawn, like a faint patina of moonglow. No sparklepyre, but his Legacy is profound in the right moments, oh Morningstar.

She chuckles though, looking back over her shoulder, meeting eye to eye, faced in opposite directions. "Soulmates. I stand by that rather romantic notion, but nothing else does it justice. Oh, hey! Maybe we can take a little look and see if this podunk place has any property for sale and get ourselves a little out-of-the-city nowhere cottage, where they can call us that Odd couple." Crimson eyes sparkle. And then the stomach growls audibly. "Daaaaaaamn."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods and hunts down his pants to find his phone, using that to bring up a listing of places while he begins to put on boxers, pants in the form of denim jeans, a tee shirt that says 'Kill em all, let god sort them out'. A tilt of his head as he looks through some of the options, but also shifting his gaze over to her now that she's up and...mercy him. If it weren't for a powerful need to eat...

"Soulmates indeed." Then she's talking about looking for and buying property around here. Some little cottage out of the way and they could be the odd couple. The posh ones who give back to the community and live well within means, help out others, but otherwise keep to themselves as well. About to comment when he hears that stomach growl. "Well hells bells. I found a diner not too far from here. We could go by car or..." He smirks. "Faster ways if needed."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister tilts her head, hair spilling down as she reaches both hands infront of her, laces fingers and CRACKS the knuckles in a reverse pop, that pushes out her shoulderblades. No need to ask why his clothing is not the clothing that got flung off, last night. It's the same reason that she's looking down at the girls now and with a touch to her breastbone, finds a suitable red push-up bra with lacey trim forming, followed by a not-quite-PC blouse over the top where you can still see that bra through the sheer white fabric. She fusses with tying the bottom in a knot above her midriff, lifts legs up to contemplate her toes, which end up in black strappy sandles as she stands, cargo jeans following all the curves and lastly.... a straw cowboy sunhat manifested by holding her hands open infront of her. Bonk, on the head that goes! Daisy dukes as a Goth. GO figure.

"Love that T-shirt. You should wear those more often," she grins, runs her hand through hair and tousels a bit, to get the waves where they should be, then pops the hat on <<again>> as she sways over. "I think I can survive the car journey. I like that you called her Sophie and do we want to have to come back here? Oh, wait a moment..." she rubs at her forehead, removing the diamond. "No need to freak them out. Meet you at the motel office, I have to give the key back." But she does stop for a kiss, before flouncing out with her tiny black purse (Where was that?) and the key in hand. Yes, she locks him in. Because that totally will stop him. Absolutely.

Lucifer has posed:
Even watching her cover up the girls and...minimal parts of her form, Lucifer enjoys such a view and transformation. The idea of having her on his arm is always a pleasureable thought, especially when he knows that some will desire, fawn, and all will stare. He smirks. She pulls off random styles so well.

"We could come back here. Look through listings while at the diner. Drive around. Go to an actual real estate agent if there is one..." He offers this much and then shrugs. It's really however the day plays out and he's all for doing whatever they decide. As she rubs off the diamond and offers to meet him at the motel office, he nods. "Someone at some point told me it was a nice idea to name your car. So I did. I like the name." He chuckles while returning that kiss and then watches as she leaves. Locking him inside. Inside? The lock works....oh silly woman. And even then he'll just walk through the door without opening it, removing the 'Do NOT Disturb' sign and tucking it under the door.

Sinister has posed:
Well, you're SUPPOSED to lock the door when you leave, so that nobody comes in and steals that old-style TV that's not flatscreen. It's something in the unspoken rules of small motels. She's true to her word though, she's resting against the wall, long legs propping her against it, with her tiny purse hanging from her shoulder as he gets Sophie up and running and over. She's got a sprig of sweet pea in her fingers though and is playing with it against her lips as he pulls up, pushing off with a sashay that brings her to the passenger side -- she doesn't bother opening the door, rather she rolls over the door and slides into the seat. "Skip gave me a flower, isn't that sweet?" as she settles herself and buckles up. Safety first! "I think he probably should've saved the entire bouquet for Betty," And thus they know the proprietors of the Sandy Cove, by name.

"Diner, Lucifer and don't spare the horses!" she exclaims "Or horsepower, as we don't use carriages any more. I do love google though, we can look up realtors over breakfast." pause, beat. "I am so loving on the possibilities of a drive around, even if I'm having this moment of wild insensibility, where I want to do everything, including buying property, on a crazy whim. It'll be a thing. Maybe. Why Sophie?" - HOpefully the diner isn't so far and will be covered in a funky segue, like a sport-movie montage, involving an outrageous order for breaking fast, which might include English breakfast tea, somewhere in the scenario.

Lucifer has posed:
That doesn't mean you lock your lover INSIDE the motel room. Though Lucifer has to laugh about it because it's likely she locked the door even while he was still inside *because* he could just walk through the door without needing to actually use it. None the less, while she goes to turn in a key, he goes to get the car and brings it around to the front lobby, watching those long legs as they guide her to the car and she gets in. "Aye, very sweet indeed. So Skip and Betty. That's a couple if I ever heard one." He offers and laughs.

Diner. Yes. He doesn't spare the horsepower either, but nor does he skid out of the driveway to the motel. Respect where it's due, yes? It's really not a long drive to the diner he found, few blocks up the road and down another side main street. It's actually just called 'Diner' or maybe the top name is all out of neon and doesn't really light up anymore. "Because I was also informed that cars are feminine and trucks masculine. Which I didn't argue. Sophisticated. Sophie. I figured it worked." He parks, shrugs and then gets out of the car so he can (this time) go around and open the door for her.

Sinister has posed:
Small town America. It doesn't spare such things as extra dosh for such things as repairing your neon. Big cities want to attract the flies to the honeypot, but backwoods and small town? The outside only matters enough that it's not shabby and full of holes and even that's not an obligation. GO some places they just repair it all with sheets of corregated iron and put support beams in sagging rooves.

"Aah, I see. The Sophis in thee, put a Sophie on a corvette. Makes total sense from that perspective," holding her hand out to Lucifer, Miss Sinister steps out, adjusts her straw cowboy hat a little from the wind over here and smiles for the Lord of Hell. "Why thank you, my Angel," winking, she links arms to step up to and thusly inside this little roadside diner. "Bacon, eggs, hashbrowns, mushrooms, here we come... I wonder how many syrup flavours they have?"

And that's what John Constantine might end up seeing. The place was new in the fifties and has been well taken care of since then, but those fixings and counters, stuffed chairs and stools haven't been upgraded since then. Little booths could probably tell a thousand stories of highschoolers and late night truckers on the highway east of New York. There's likely gum under some of those tables and the coffee has a lot in common with creasote, if you oreer from the 'special reserve'... Teenagers and middleaged women, a short order cook whose name is probably Earl, or Chuck or maybe even Hal, but what you lack in the charm, you make up for in the fact that they cook it /goooooooood/.

Constantine has posed:
"I'll be right back!" Constantine promises over his shoulder as he steps out of the magic door to his mansion. Said door happens to be in the middle lane of the street, in the way of an incoming bus. "Crikey!" he lets out as he jumps off the hungry people mover's way. By a strange but entirely predictable coincidence (!?? universe, come on!) the way to salvation happens to be The Devil's car's hood.

The bus angrily horns as it passes by. Blam! With his cheek squeezed against the windshield and his limbs flailing slowly, John looks like a man on the wrong side of an aquarium's glass. After an instant of pure despondency, John removes his face from the Lucifer's car, leaving behind a John-cheek-shape smear. This is when he notices the happy couple. "It'll buff out?" he says with an audible hopelessness.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer was about to answer Miss Sinister when he hears that thump of a landing on his car. Which is parked. Which means he's not liable for any injuries sustained by someone who decides to flop onto a 2,000 pound car. As the Devil turns to look, his face grimaces as he spies one John Constantine peeling himself off the hood and cheekily offering some sort of not-apology.

"It's alright. Had that been me driving, I probably would have swerved to hit you. On purpose. I take it death is still eluded by you." He grins. Is he being serious? Cheeky? Who knows. Then he scoffs. "Yeah. It'll buff out. Clean off. Whatever. This just means you're paying for it." This much more and then, "You hungry, Constantine?"

Finally his attention turns back to Sinister. "That all sounds really good. And in these types of diners? Probably at least three. Butter, Maple, and some off the wall fruit kind that's local." A comment about syrups thrown in for the hell of it.

Sinister has posed:
"Sophie!" Ok. So. Not quite the grimace and quick wit response that Lucifer gave, Sinister apparently has to channel all the oestrogen in the room, even on behalf of 2000 pounds of american muscle car with customized plates and a fantastically black paintjob. Where she had cleanwipes in that little handbag of hers, as it doens't look large enough to have credit cards AND a phone, is a mystery, but she departs from Lucifer's side just to get the cheeksmear off of the windshield with a hasty buffing. "You can't be leaving smears on a lady, it's like watching the mascara running messily and not offering a tissue." She hustles back, flings the used wipe Constantine's way, with a kind of vague gesture at his hands. "Sanitary," sniff! Who is she exactly? This five foot ten goth bombshell in a white shirt tied over her midriff and cargo jeans and sandles is not remotely familiar. Except she's pale and english, there's nothing that connects any dots. Lucifer's arm is hugged, which is a definite sign.

Constantine has posed:
John pales in an untypical sober reaction. Admiting to nothing, he slides down the hood. "Death and I have an understanding. She doesn't reap me, I don't haunt her forever. I guess I'm in your debt. Again." He even manages to avoid the ornament. "Oh, hello luv. Have I met you yet?" he says to the woman. Wipe, wipe... the smear is evenly distributed. "I guess it's all fixed, now." He grins to Lucifer.

Quickly he homes for the couple like bad luck would a gambler. The wipe is pocketed. For later. For once, he doesn't smell like three parties a day. Only one. "And yes, I'm starving like a... nevermind. What time is it?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer watches as Miss Sinister walks over to the car to try and get rid of the smear on the hood. He'd protest that it'd be fine, but damn does he love to watch her walk and work. So he lets her do whatever she wishes, and listens as she scolds Constantine in the process. A smirk forms. Good woman. When she's back on Lucifer's arm, he even offers a chaste kiss to her cheek. "Thank you, love."

Attention back on Constantine then. He can't lie, that's a whole thing. So he takes a breath. "No. No I do not believe you've ever met Miss Sinister. Not officially anyway." It's as much the truth as he knows he can say and get away with. Tilting his head a bit then. "I'll send you the bill. It's about eight o' clock in the morning, eastern standard time, US and Canada. If you're hungry... I suppose I'll feed you. Come along if you wish." Is offered before he pointedly turns and begins to walk away, with Miss Sinister in tow.

Sinister has posed:
Interesting dynamic, ne?

Sin gestures to Lucifer with one long-fingered hand, with fingernails painted black with little stars studded in at the left hand side of each. It's an open palmed and silent 'what he said' though she does give a dangerously wicked kind of smile to the scruffy englishman as they enter the Diner with no further ado.

Inside, she's quick to take a strange level of authority when it comes to getting attention. Even though the middle-aged waitress that starts coming toward them has eyes on Lucifer and Constantine first, she gestures over by the window. "We'll sit over there, Janet..." big smiles "...lovely name, I have to say. GOod view of the back, which is better than the parking lot. Can you start us off with a pot of coffee and a drop of irish? Thanks!" The waitress a bit stunned and discombobulated, they at least get the menus set down, mugs set infront of them and clean cutlery set out all wrapped in paper napkins. Sinister settles by the window, drawing Lucifer down beside her, leaving the entire opposite of the table for COnstantine to inhabit. "We met in Darlington park. I was considerably less well endowed in the chest department then." She informs the Hellblazer.

Constantine has posed:
The Englishman steers clear of the power move, although he gives Lucifer a cautious look of caution. He takes the seat opposite to Madam Sinister. "I'm John Constantine. Pleased to meet you... wait. You're that person." He shrugs and smiles brightly, almost... carelessly? "You know what? I'll pay it. With money. The car repair bill. In fact, this is my treat."

"Can we smoke here?" he asks the waitress when she back with the coffee. That's because he is smoking here. He's also spiking his coffee with a finger of liquor from a flask. Not the same one, another one. Not new either. "So huh... you guys are together?"

Lucifer has posed:
See how well behaved Lucifer is, even when his arm candy takes charge in getting them a seat, a drink, and menus? The middle-aged woman, Janet, is likely in for a treat when she comes back to the table. Lucifer knows Sinister has wanted a show, and perhaps he'll give their morning waitress a little test drive. When she comes back anyway.

"Was it not clear before when we were all in the same spot?" He asks, gaze drifting to the smoking Constantine and then he shrugs. "Or are you one of those who do not believe the Devil can *actually* fall in love. Because I absolutely can, and I most certainly have. Twice - actually." He doesn't really talk about the other in Sinsiter's presence, but he figures a gentle mentioning of an existence wouldn't harm anything too much.

"Darling, while we wait, can you find us a few cottages that might be for sale?" He asks Sinister with a grin. No, he's not putting that thought off for anyone.

Sinister has posed:
"Yes, that's me. Occasionally tall and handsome, occasionally tall and sexy. Definite divide there," she motions with her hands, making an arrowhead and pushing the palms apart. "Crowbar separation. Still, I am myself, no matter what shape I'm at. By the by, the thing was a hybrid, an unfortunately malformed product of human, demon and I -suspect- fairy breeding. It's a man and minion eater though, so. I will proceed with caution."

With Lucifer's request, she pulls out her smartphone, grinning lopsided as she sets the device down on the table and just puts her finger on it lightly. Across the screen, a myriad of searches flash super-fast, as she looks over the menu. "Yes! There is it. The roadhouse special. I'll have that, with a side of mushrooms and a round of wholemeal toast. I'm happy to share the pancakes..." and she glances aside. "...Hah! Boisenberry."

Constantine has posed:
John nods to Nathanielle(?), his face turning serious as man-demon hybrid is mentioned. "Dee's nuts. Someone's been busy. Whatever you find, keep me in the, you know, loop. I guess I oughta try and close that door in New Jersey." He gives Lucifer a cautionary glance but hides quickly behind his cup of coffee for a sip. "Look, it's none of my bizzness, your Majesty. I'm just trying that thing the youth call small talk."

"Get me eggs and bacon, whole wheat toast. And the fruit cup with whipped cream, luv," John asks the waitress, returning his attention on the couple right away. "Unless the door is something you opened? I wouldn't want to accidentally put you off. Either way, this looks bad."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer lets his companions put in their food orders and then he glances at the menu once before ordering, "I'll have the roadside platter. Eggs over easy." Then he shifts just a bit in his seat, and makes sure he has Janet's full attention. "Also, Janet, what's your deepest, darkest desire? Hm? If you could suddenly have one thing without any consequence?" Hellfire flashes in his eyes, and that sinful smirk tweaks his lips just so. It might be a slightly familiar sight to Constantine - and an all around new thing for Sinister to witness in either form. So for the moment, this is all, as his attention must stay on Janet's own in order for his mystic to work it's magic.

Sinister has posed:
Poor Janet gets that far and away look, struck by the power in Lucifer's gaze as nearly every member of the human race happens to be. She makes a kind of strangled sound, as she scrabbles to take orders, then clutches her little menu-taker pad, pen entangled in fingers. "I wanna tell my old man that I wanna tie the knot! That jackass has been livin' in my house for five years and he ain't never put a ring on it!" She blinks, stares at Lucifer and looks down at her pad, clearing her throat, looks askance and back. "And I wanna kick over all my neighbours garden gnomes. THose creepy little shits freak out my dog!" A blush takes her face and then the aftermath of Lucifering, which is to look empowered and embarassed at the same time. "I don't know what came over me there, folks, so sorry about that!" -- but I now feel a heckuvalot better, because so often a dark secret is a burden -- "Eggs and bacon with whole wheat, fruit cup with cream, Roadhouse special, double up over easy and..."

"Sunnyside up. I like how they jiggle like little boobs on the plate"

"....sunnyside up." More blush "Anything else?"

"Side of mushrooms and a round of whole-wheat toast for me too, plus a stack of pancakes. Thank you Janet."

The waitress heads off, with that dazed and confused look, as Sinister bumps her shoulder against Lucifer with a soft chuckle. "Daaaaaaaaaamn, that was easy as one, two, three! Suddenly, I'm all kinds of intrigued as to what would happen if you actually put the mojo on me." She waggles eyebrows and pushes the smartphone into communal view. "There's six properties for sale in this county, along the coast. Three have beachfront access. I like the one that's two bedroom, two bathroom, but short on land. I don't like the idea of having to tend to a lawn, even if we're paying people to do it for us."

Constantine has posed:
Constantine watches the show with relaxed interest, laying back in his chair. "You'll be alright, hon," he reassures Janet. "Just make sure you smash the gnomes or your neighbor will put 'em back up the next day." He watches Janet walk away for a split second. "Can I use this at speed dating night?" he asks Lucifer, half serious. He searches inside his coat. "Merlin's dragon's balls." All he found is an empty pack of silk cuts. "Now I remember why I left the house. If you'd excuse me, I'll go see if the washroom carries a vending machine." He rises. "And you should know that lot is on an burial ground," he adds for Miss Sinister before departing.

Lucifer has posed:
"You should tell your old man. If he doesn't want to tie the knot with you, then you should kick him out. Start fresh while you still can. But I doubt that will happen." Lucifer offers, and then smirks. As Janet collects herself while Lucifer shifts his gaze, he smiles gently. "Thank you, Janet dear, it's alright. We're not judgmental folk." This much to reassure the woman and then as the waitress puddles off to get their orders in, his attention shifts.

Constantine has wandered off. Well enough he suspects. So he looks over to Sinister, glances to her phone. "Is there an agency listed that we'd need to talk to in order to go look at the house that you like? Perhaps we can try to do that today..." Suggesting this while moving to shift an arm around her shoulders and lean back in his chair some. Relaxed. He's definitely very relaxed right now.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister reaches for her phone as Janet retreats to get their orders on the go with WHateverhisnameis. Probably Earl. She leans back though, nestling as she lifts it up for both of them to see. A real estate agency with a personal contact number, given that apparently real estate here in Podunk land is not altogether busy and she can't afford to miss calls. "Looks like it's a Missy Draper," grinning wide, despite the 'burial ground' warning, because why would that effect Sinister's choices? ... She hits the number on the screen and hits speakerphone.

A very blearily voiced Missy Draper picks up the phone. "Hello?"
"Melissa Draper?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Hello, I'm interested in viewing your beach property... my name is Nathanielle Essex and my partner is Lucifer Morningstar..."
... "...is this a joke?"
"No, Missy, I assure you not."
"...Okay, uh, I can meet you there at nine-thirty? This is the 1189, coastline road property, yes?"
"Indeedily doodly, ma'am."
"...." more pause, with a cat mrowling softly in the audio "Excellent, I will meet you there."

Sinister flutters her eyelashes, looks up at the ceiling and smiles with a giggle.

Lucifer has posed:
Listens as the conversation is had with Melissa Draper. Interesting name. A smirk comes to his lips when the agent asks if their call is a joke - because he understands why she would think that. Then they get a time and he nods his head. "Perfect. So we'll eat, then we'll go look at the house... I say this might be one of my most productive mornings yet." Leaning over to offer her a proper kiss and nuzzle. "And I suppose depending on what happens at the seaside house will determine how the rest of the day goes." He considers this much and then waves a hand to produce cigarette case and lighter. "Smoke?"

Sinister has posed:
"I probably shouldn't have sounded like Ned Flanders on that call, but it does seem to have had the desired effect," After the double take on significant names at least. 'Nathanielle' reaches for the cigarette proffered, even though most of the united states has banned indoor dining and smoking at the same time, they're rule breakers and it never goes where it can bother other people, the kiss is reciprocated with a dabble of tongue in the mix. Because why not? There's nobody opposite to make uncomfortable about the situation.

THe break from contact is made with a long, exaggerated sigh. "I am one lucky ducky. And I'm also rich, young-looking and gifted with superpowers, this makes life so much easier, doesn't it?"

Short-order cooks work quick and breakfast food is not hard to do. All of it cooks rapidly and thus, Janet is soon back with the roadhouse specials of 'a little bit of everything' plus the pancake stack and honest to mercy, Sinister tucks in like she's ravenous. It's almost obnoxious until she's had a few mouthfuls, then settles back with considerably less tension.

Lucifer has posed:
There's a chuckle at the Ned Flanders comment, but Lucifer just shrugs. He actually didn't even see the reference until she mentioned something. He just thought she was being...kooky. To start a rapport with the woman on the phone. The woman who is about to meet THE Lucifer Morningstar and Nathanielle Essex, never knowing what hit her this morning. Ha! Rule breakers they are, and he happily smokes on a cigarette while waiting for the cook to finish their orders in short timing. Plus a kiss, with tongue, that happens too.

"Mmn, beautiful, rich, gifted... how did I ever get so lucky?" Lucifer asks, sounding sincere, just as their food arrives. Watching as she tears into her food like she does for a moment before seeming to settle the craving and gains a bit of dignity. He starts on his eggs. Cutting around the jiggly yolk - "Oh hey, it does jiggle like a boob..." - and then he slurps the yolk into his mouth in one go.

Sinister has posed:
Missy Draper just isn't going to know what to do with herself, that much is truth!

"About the same time as I landed suave, sophisticated, gifted with the wisdom of ages and extra sexy with a side of mysterious, that's how. Even if that doesn't logically connect coherantly in proper english." Sinister replies, watching the egg jiggliness and pausing. She focuses on his lips, gives a soft little oh-hohoho shudder and takes her entire sunnyside ups and plonks them on her toast with a flip to turn them upside own. A press on the back has the yolks bursting into the bread and she sandwiches the whole lot with the other toast halves, lifting the triangular sandwiches to lips with a shoulder jiggle. A few bites and they're gone.

She flicks ash, takes a toke and washes it down with coffee, spearing sausage, mushroom and a slice of bacon with three successive jabs of her miniature pitchfork, aka: just the regular fork. "I don't know what's the matter with me this morning, I haven't felt this hungry in a long time. A century at least. I'd forgotten how demanding it can be."

Lucifer has posed:
The cheeky side of Lucifer wants to question who this mysterious fellow is. However, he doesn't know what the consequences of that would be, and yet he thinks it, so he knows she'll know it was on his mind. It just didn't grace his tongue. Watching her make an egg sandwich out of her toast and sunnysides, he smirks and then continues to eat, smoke, and drink his own meal.

A flick of ash, the cigarette hovers a moment while he devours bacon and sausage, then goes in for the hashbrowns. He's just eating to eat, really, as hunger never strikes him. Yet, when the food is good, he'll surely partake. "I would joke that maybe you're already pregnant...but I'm not sure how likely that actually is. Conception can take up to a few days, and even still, it would be a few weeks before there were actual symptoms of any kind." He pauses. "Right?" Then he considers. "Or, between me and you, is there some sort of way this might be a supercharged, not quite normal pregnancy in which you're already like two weeks in...so nine months for a regular person would take us... just a few..." Serious contemplating takes place as he shovels hashbrowns into his mouth and downs them with coffee.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister eyes the Devil sidelong, putting a little ketchup and mustard over her hashbrowns, along with some pepper from the mill. She looks at him this way for a few long seconds, before snorting softly and using the BACK of her fork to balance browns on, which is a feat. They teach you that in high society, how to eat on the silly side of a utensil. "Tall, about six foot two, model good looks, wearing a 'kill them all, let god sort it out' T-shirt, all new to the feels, has this habit of second guessing himself and being adorable. Rocket in the sack. You'd know him, I think. He looks good in red." She murmurs, pushing her empty plate aside, drawing the pancakes closer and putting a couple on her plate, to drizzle with fruit syrup.

"I doubt that this is pregnancy. Because all of that is right, plus if it was this far along, I'd know. I think this might be to do with constant inner workings of hyper metabolic rate. But I suppose it could be weirdness."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer just chuckles as he finishes his food on his plate, pushing it back a moment. He then plucks his cigarette out of the air and takes the couple of remaining drags off it. Quiet, for the time being, and then he shakes his head. "I'm not adorable, and I only second guess myself about things I am still trying to understand." He offers this, almost giving a pout of sorts before huffing a breath. "Pancakes. I should have ordered some....might still. I want to try this boisenberry syrup..." He offers and then leans in to kiss her cheek once more.

"Ah, that makes sense too, yes. Still, one could have been hopeful for some sort of weirdness." He offers with a small shrug, lifting his coffee. "Just means we get to keep trying." A gleam in his eye then as he sips to wash down food and nicotine.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister gestures with her fork at the rest of the stack. "Roadhouse AND an entire stack of pancakes to myself? Pfff. Not that much of an appetite. I got the stack to share, sweetie." She cuts her small stack in quarters, so she can fold the flat pastry-cakes over and make them easily bite sized, easing back after the kiss, in order to watch him in the turn of bodies side by side on a bench. "You -are- adorable, you know. At least to me. I find you utterly endearing. Even if I've given you the social death of interpersonal relationships, it could've been worse, I could've called you cute. Which you are, but it's not a descriptor I'd go to as a jumpstart on a list. Although, to be fair, I do find some very strange things cute."

She crosses her ankles behind one another under the table then, tipping her head in study, as she folds another bite-sized morcel, eats it, then folds another. Quick succession and she's on the last, finishing that off and claiming her coffee.

"If we are all weird, how the heck would we tell? Peeing on a stick? I mean, I suppose it's possible. Given I'm not entirely human any more, as we've established. And by the by, we could keep trying, even if we'd succeeded. I'm not in for the sudden abstenance just because we managed to get the bun in the oven."

Lucifer has posed:
"If I have actually learned anything from the several ladies company I have kept for dinner and breakfast..it is to never interfere with their food until offered. So that was me not interfering with your food." Lucifer states, smirks, and then grabs the rest of the pancakes to doctor with more butter and syrup. Each layer gets a bit of both. "I'll take adorable over cute I think..." He chides with a grin and then cuts into part of the pancakes, stabs, and devours.

"If we're weird, then we can go to a doctor - perhaps one we know and trust - to test and find out. If you're okay with doing such." Every villain has one. A doctor on the payroll. Even Lucifer. Less villain, more powerful mastermind, but he keeps one for his personal staff at Lux, and also offers magnificent health insurance. "And hell yes we'd keep trying... I'm not going to stop just because of that. Not until I'm told to."

Sinister has posed:
"I'm never going to..." SInister begins, then stops, sucking in her cheeks and thinking about this seriously. "...nope. That would be a lie. WHen lying on my back makes it hard to breathe for the baby and I need to pee all the time, that might happen. Unless you agree to accomodate and don't mind kinkiness." She waves a hand at the stack, tapping her forehead over the diamond that isn't there afterwards. "Two hundred years as a man. But it's sweet of you to consider me all lady." Pause "I will note, that I do not mind if you try my fries, share my misquite, or take a sampling of my Fruit de Mer. Tit for Tat and all."

PLucking her wallet free of her purse, she lays down a fifty and checks the time on her phone. "Half an hour..." looking thoughtfully at him, she nods. "Your doctor, a second me. We can make sure of second opinions. Blood test is the most accurate."

Lucifer has posed:
"Maybe not *that* type of kinkiness..." Lucifer admits while finishing up his pancakes, washing them down with coffee that never seems to empty until he's ready for it to. "When you're a man, you're a man. When you're a woman.." He gestures. "You are such. I know that it is all *you* but you do play the gender roles exceptionally well." Then he smirks. "Tit for tat indeed. I won't mind it either, if you sample of mine. It's all good. And since that is established... well..." He will likely take full advantage. Sometimes.

As she takes out her wallet and pays, he raises a brow and then shakes his head. "People are going to wonder if you're my sugar momma or something." He comments, smirks, and then stands. "Janet deserves all of the change, I think. Might make her morning. And we have an appointment to make that we shouldn't dally on." A hand offered to her then. "My lady."

Sinister has posed:
"I thought not," some things Sinister just knows.

"You can pay for the cottage if we decide to take it," She says cheekily, taking his hand to stand with, looking up at him with her head cocked. There's a smile for the flattery, reaching up to pitter patter fingertips along his jaw and then to sweep them along to below lips in a swish of movement. "It's all endless Character study. I suppose, that used to be my secondary obsession other than my work, was to understand and interpret. At least since I was able to shapechange, after I realized that I didn't play a convincing woman like this..." She turns from him, looking back over her shoulder, then looking to the door as she begins walking like a man, stomping in the sandals and getting a bit of a peculiar look from the short-order cook and the one other patron, a worker at the bar having his morning joe. She waves at them both, makes it to the door, then resumes feminine whiles, leaning on he door jam. "Sophie or quicker?" asked back.

Lucifer has posed:
"Not really keen on leaving Sophie anywhere like this. No offense to the locals, but if we were going to travel quicker, I would have liked to of kept her at the motel." Lucifer admits with a smirk and then leads on to the car itself. Opening Miss Sinister's door for her before moving around to get into the driver's side, once they're all in and buckled, he'll rev her up and head to the cottage they're interested in.

It likely doesn't take them too long to get there and if Lucifer has his say in it, they'll arrive fifteen minutes before they're supposed to be met by Melissa. Parking, getting out, and opening Miss Sinister's door for her, he'll then move to a spot where he can take in the front of the house and the view of the sea that it would have. (Time trickery, so the story moves on, hehe)

Sinister has posed:
The cottage is at the end of a slip-lane, so it has its own dock. On the small side, but on one side is the dock, perched on a little escarpment, the deck overlooks the rocks and the crash of the ocean waves. A small garden, not terribly well tended, but it could work with some effort and a small but unused hot tub in the back. A singular garage with a lean-two awning for a second car to be parked, where currently sits a pile of wood and a rain bin. The gravel path from the lane has weeds, but... the white-board sidings are all recently painted, the roof looks good and there's a certain charm to it. You can easily watch the barges head along the long-island sound, watch long-island itself and new york in the distance, a faint blue-grey haze.

Sinister joins him where he stands, looking out for a few long, silent moments, then she putters around the outside, looking up at the engineering of the place, the structure, doing a whole lot of spot inspections. She's clever enough in the sciences and engineering field to be able to do a spot assessment as well as most home inspectors and ends up in the back yard, crouched down to figure if there was a septic tank, or not. She returns, holding a white peony in her fingertips, nodding softly. "Bit of work, but doesn't look too bad."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer lets Sinister do her own thing, walking around the house to inspect the little bits and bobs. He remains in the front, turning to see where their closest neighbor is, if there even is a home viewable from there. Then he turns back and envisions the whole 'what if' of them moving in. The things that have been overlooked for a while tended to, cleaned up. Space made for a second car - of which Lucifer has one, but perhaps Sinister could park her own. He can keep cars at Lux, they both could, one for here and one for there.

It could work.

Home life. Could he really adjust to such a thing? Could the Devil, Lord of Hell, Master of Demons, actually settle down and live a little 'normal' for a change? It seems, for now, a bit impossible and he begins to grow little weeds of doubt within his mind. Yet when Sinister returns to his side he's all smiles and gives a nod. "Can't wait to see the inside."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's eyes sloe, looking at him in the early morning light coming in from the east -- the way this house is arranged, it gets a nice afternoon glow, though the poor garden is north facing, the front and the deck is southerly. But that's not what she's paying attention to. "She'll be here soon..." reaching up, she cups his cheek and turns his face to look at her a little. "What's up? Talk to me."

Because Sinister worm in the head. It's a tricky thing.

Lucifer has posed:
"I'm..." Scared? Nervous? All the above? "I want to begin that I want this. I truly do. But then I remember who and what I am...all the fights I've had to even simply exist on this plane rather than be in Hell any longer. I wonder if I can actually settle down and live a bit of normal." He then gives a chuckle. "Almost afraid it will change me in some way, but I know that's not true. I am still me, and there are many ways that is lived." He leans into that hand on his cheek, rubbing five o'clock stubble against the palm. "A lot of big steps in a little time. Which is absolutely fine. I'm just adjusting."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister laughs softly. "This is a cottage. Think of it this way: We still have lives to live elsewhere, this is where we get to come, when we want to be close enough, but ... not?" She rubs his cheekbone, leans in and kisses, a touch that lingers, deepens and then is joined with her wrapping both arms around his neck, standing in on tippy toes, though she doesn't really -need- to. "A hundred years ago and more, t'was common place to have a summer house, a weekend estate. Yes?" She eases back down, then tucks herself against his chest, face turned to his throat, kind of ... hanging from his neck, like that, peering at the world from beneath her own arms.

"For what it is worth, this would be the first since I burned my home to the ground."

Lucifer has posed:
"Well yes. This is true. But it'd be OUR cottage. The Penthouse was mine, and then I decided to share it with you. Make it a home for you. This would be a joint thing in every aspect." Lucifer says and then huffs. "That made more sense in my head." At that kiss, it's returned, held as long as it's offered, and then he simply holds her while she hangs for a moment. At that last comment, he smiles and nuzzles into her where he can. "Aye, so this is a big moment for you too. Not that I was trying to lessen such a thing.." A pause. "It's a big moment for the both of us, but you know what? I'd rather this with you than without."

Sinister has posed:
"Me too," she squeezes a little, but the angle is all wrong for it to be much more than a press of forearms. The hands shift to his waist instead and she snuggles in, a vulnerability there, that's not heard in the voice. She's confident there, but little things can betray you. Sinister looks up at him briefly, studying that face in profile with wonder, breaks a very fond smile and laughs lightly to herself as she leans in once again.

"What a pair. You didn't lessen anything. I just wanted to kind of reassure you that it wasn't just you. You know... this has all kinds of potential, to go very very right and horribly wrong, too. Your history and my own, -could- catch up. But a part of me also realizes that nobody in their right mind, would ever expect this. And I am sure that I can install certain early warning systems on the sly and bring the place up into the twenty first century and beyond." She pauses, murmurs "... probably advance it quite considerably and upgrade the local grid, all slyly."

Lucifer has posed:
"Even if it does, we'll face it together. I have a firm belief that you and I can conquer almost anything together." Lucifer offers with a smirk. Then he looks back to the house while wrapped up with her and he nods. "You could. Bring this up to date and further. Likely something that should be done anyway... so long as the asthetic doesn't completely change, but I doubt it will. Cause you can make it not." He smirks then, pulling out his phone to check the time and see if Melissa is on time or late. Maybe she's still trying to determine if the inquiry was a joke or not, of course when she shows up, she'll know it's not.

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, hell... anyone comes for us, they'll get blindsided by the other. I know that for a fact. I'm pinned down and losing cohesion, I know I'm going to end up with a flash of light and angel wings beating the shit out of the air, hellfire all around and a sudden vanishing. And you? No power would stop me tracking you down if you disappeared, I'd drag magicians by the throat to find a way to get to you, if you'd left this realm..." She says that last, kind of against his T-shirt and with a squeeze, muffling words in the burying against him. A nod. A deep inhale and then more nods. "Yes. I'd fix the wiring, put in a generator under the water, hydropowered and possibly install geotermal turbines and heating."

And the sound of a nice, but older Honda Accord rattling down the laneway can just about be made out. It's a kind of brassy colour that probably had some fancy sportname once, but now just looks like it's the greatest concealer of rust. Missy Draper had spectacles and a sundress on, her hair all done up with a barett but still escaping as she rattles down the path, five minutes late. "Hi, Oh, hi. Hi. hi!" Window down and waving. "So sorry, I couldn't find the lockbox code and my cat hid my keys. I didn't keep you waiting did I?" And focus comes as she gets a good look at the couple as she draws near. "Oh, Oh, my. Mister Morningstar? Miss Essex? Er. My goodness aren't you two quite the pair. From the city?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods his head, agreeing to all that Sinister says about what they would do for the other should anything come for them. It was true. All of it. About to say something to that remark when he hears the sound of a car approaching. Looking over, he listens as one Missy Draper calls out from her window. Tilting his head as he gets a good look at the woman once she begins to approach them. "We arrived early on purpose. No harm done. It is nice to meet you Miss Draper. I am, indeed, Mister Morningstar and this is Miss Essex whom you spoke on the phone with." He offers this much and then motions. "We took a little liberty to look around the outside of the property. Seems to need some work but overall it's alright. I'm dying for a look inside."

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, oh yes! Of course!" Tucking a folder under her arm, Missy bustles to the front stoop, finding the lockbox affixed to the front guttering. The code entered and she brandishes the key, setting to the lock and smiling back at the pair as she opens the door. "Right this way! So it's a two bedroom, two bathroom cottage with a root cellar and unfinished basement and open plan kitchen dining. Three previous owners, the last of whom retired to Florida...." More small talk and chatter follows, but the sight that greets on the inside is a complete blank slate for the imagination. A long opening hallway with a single stairway up into the upper level, half of which is the sloped roof, half of which the master bedroom with ensuite and secondary bedroom. There's a sitting room with a skylight and access to the deck, the kitchen and dining room is open plan, with a single breakfast island and wrap-around counters. The finish is newfoundland 'rustic' in that it is wood finishes and whitewash, with an under-stairs basement access.

<<Could convert the basement, turn the root cellar into storage. Make a man cave? Maybe a bar and gaming room, or something...>> Sinister's eyes are travelling the space, evaluating.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer follows Missy into the cottage, listening as the prattles on about previous owners and what the cottage offers. The blank slate appearance has Lucifer giving a nod of his head while they're led through. A glance upwards at the stairs and then around to the sitting room, desk, open kitchen dining. "How long has it been since the retired couple lived here?" He asks, glancing to Melissa. "It's a lovely spot, I just wonder why no one else has snatched it up yet." Commenting that much more as he side-eyes Sinister.

<<The sitting room could be a light game room. Root cellar to storage, yes, and the basement...if it needs finishing...could even be another room. Or a mini-lab for you.>>

Sinister has posed:
"Well, they moved last year, in september, but this isn't a community that tends to have a lot of openings. It's a small town, New york is not that far, but the commute is just enough that it seems to put most people off and overall, it's quite small. Most people these days seem to want extra space, rather than privacy. Particularly the new york crowd. We've had a couple of interested parties, but when you come from the big apple, you don't want just a -little- more space. Most seem to settle down in new Jersey." Missy explains. "Also, well, it could do with updates on the wiring and the like, though it was connected to the city water, so the plumbing isn't by septic tank any more. I guess for most young couples, it isn't enough bang for the buck and seems rather old fashioned."

This makes Nathanielle snort a soft chuckle, looking up at Lucifer and then to Missy at the confused look she gets. "Sorry, it's nothing. We're big fans of antiquity and rustic."

<<That would be helpful, to have a small lab at hand. I can do a lot with a small lab.>>

Lucifer has posed:
<<Hell, who needs storage with us, when we have pockets of the universe to use for such things. We could just make the whole downstairs another lab. Bring this place up to modern necessities and such.>> Lucifer speaks to Sinister in the mind while listening to everything else around him. "Ah, that does make sense." He offers. "The thing is, while we are from the city, we're actually looking for a little get away place we can call our own. So, really, this is actually quite perfect." Then he takes a few steps forward, towards Melissa. "What's the asking price for it again?" Oh, oh oh oh, is he doing it again? Locking eyes with the realator - he's been on a binge this morning! "So, Melissa Draper, tell me..." He pauses, making sure he's got her whole attention and gaze. "What's your deepest, darkest desire? Regardless of consequence, if you could have -anything-."

Of course, after the price is given by Melissa he sends to Sinister, <<I'm game for this place. You?>>

Sinister has posed:
"It's on the market for 195000," Which frankly for the two of them is absolute peanuts. Missy gets that deer in headlights look shortly after Lucifer goes two for two, leaning back with that far-and-away look. "...I want to..." she begins, swallows "... tell my boss to go to hell and move to the carribean. I hate the cold, I hate always having the sniffles in winter and I hate being envious of the snowbirds!" She declares this with a stomp of her foot and looks stunned. "I don't know where that came from, I'm so sorry! I also want to admit I'm in love with my postman! Oh god, the way he wears his shorts!" She flutters her face with the folder. "But he always smiles at me and waves and I know I'm just the lady with the fat cat! I want to tie him up with his own elastic bands and spank him with the jungmail bundle!"

Sinister bites her knuckle, grinning around it and shaking her head with dancing eyes at the antics. <<Oh, yes, I'm certainly game... although I think you ought to be in charge of decoration, or it'll all end up gothic.>>

Lucifer has posed:
"Oh the Carribean is wonderful any time of year, certainly..." Lucifer offers as he takes a step towards Melissa. "And this postman of yours sounds delightful. Why haven't you made a move on him yet?" Keeping her gaze as he speaks. "Also. We'll take it. Would you prefer cash, check, or credit card?" Asking that then, tilting his head some. "We'll pay all the fees too. On both ends. So the retired snowbirds can have some financial peace of mind while this all goes through." That much more. One step closer. This is something Sinister couldn't see before, being in public and all. How he mesmerizes, enchants and entices all at the same time. "Maybe he likes cats..."

<<We'll mix and match. A little gothic decorum never hurt anyone, my love.>> He offers this mentally while smirking at Missy.

Sinister has posed:
The poor realtor is holding her necklace in splayed fingers now, tugging on it as she stares up at Lucifer's eyes, transfixed and flushed. "O'Of course. Cash?" It wasn't the request, it just comes out like that out of confused incredulity.
"Honey, you say cash and we sound like the mob," Sinister murmurs, highly amused.
"Wire transfer to the estate agency um... would be fine, you have THE most beautiful eyes has anyone ever told you that? THey look like the midnight sun in alaska. I went there with my sister once, so dark a blue it looks like black and aurora....and um. Maybe? He might like cats. I don't think he likes dogs. Oh my goodness," she fans her face more, taking a single step back and bumping into the wall with a small thump and a squeak.

Lucifer has posed:
"Wire transfer. Alright. We'll get all that sorted when we meet back at your office and sign paper work." A pause. "You...do...have an office right Miss Draper?" Lucifer inquires with a grin. The grin comes even more when she backs into the wall trying to perhaps get away from him.

"I've been told many things about my eyes. That they're stunning. Unnatural. Wicked..." He whispers the words as he steps closer, almost able to pin her to that wall. "Perhaps I can make your desires come true. Give you enough to move as you desire, you can take your mailman with you. Surely he's ready for some...HOT...action..."

<<I'm having too much fun. Is it too much? I should probably let her go, hmm?>> Cause...things often happen...when Lucifer /really/ gets going.

Sinister has posed:
Poor Missy Draper pops her pearls. They go bouncing all over as the spread of her hands snaps the chain and the clitter clatter and suddenly vacated hands clutch at one of her upper boobs a moment, breathing quickly. Poor thing! "Ooooooooooh, yes, wicked. I could see that, bent over a radiator smacking me with my portfolio for laundering all your money..." she swallows hard and the intent....

<<LUcifer, you're about to get a ...>>

**SMOOOOOOOOOOOOCH** oh, that's big, it's sloppy, it's overexcited and it's middle-aged catlady passion!
<<....too late.>>

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer watches, and then he raises a brow and gives a smile. "Well that could be one out co--" And then he's kissed, sloppily and without...well much of a warning. Though Sinister did try! He's gentle about it, breaking that link with the woman and then the kiss is pulled from. "Now I'm sure you should save that for your postal beau, my dear." He offers and then waves a hand to gather the pearl necklace. Unbroken. "I think you dropped something..."

<<...Okay. Too much. I should have known. I was kinda carried away with the moment.>> He offers, his inner tone apologetic. Perhaps he'll make up for it later. "So. The house is sold! Congrats!"

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me at all..." Mortified but also well, secretly probably a little pleased. Very handsome man, don't get to kiss them very often, do you? NOpe, not for the average girl anyway. "I, oh my, yes. I've an office, of course. Paperwork. I'll have it drawn up by midday for overview by your estate lawyers, you can collect the package at 1225 King road. Straight along the highway, on the Sun Plaza." She flusters, taking her pearls back and looking a little apologetically to Sinister, who is just holding her hand over her mouth in what could be shock, but is in actual fact an attempt at hiding the smile. "I'll leave you two to have a look around. Um. Just let me know when you're done so I can lock up!" -- OUT the door, oh, my my!

"I think some people just don't ever quite get enough action to know what to do with it, my dearest. And I have her office number up here," she taps her temple "because she was so flustered she forgot to get her business cards this morning."

She sashays close, turning on the spot with her arms out to the four walls as she nears. "Ours. We bought a cottage, Samael. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaads!"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer doesn't even really get a moment to let Missy know that everything was alright. No harm done. Hopefully she knows. It's certainly not going to be something he brings up to her ever again. Except maybe to ask for her personal bank...no. No he'll hand her a check with certified funds. As the realator leaves, his attention turns to Sinister then.

"Well I am glad you got her number." He offers this and then shifts to wrap an arm around her, dipping her just a bit and kissing her properly. Again and again. Because he needed it in that moment. Straightening then, he smiles. "Thank you for not getting...angry. I would say jealous, but that wasn't the right word..." Cause jealousy would have been called for, as it's a gut punch thing sometimes.

"Aye. We bought a cottage Nathanielle... Our own home."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister dips very well, with one leg straight and the other bent just so -- somewhere in that, Sinister transferred her hat from her own head to his, making him a straw-hat cowboy for a moment at least, arms once again about his neck. No law of diminishing returns here, the last is as good as the first and lingers with a deep, slow inhale with it. "Mmmmmmn, well, I could be all irrational, but that doesn't seem likely at this point. You did put the mojo on the woman and /weeeeeeeeell/... predictable unpredictability is whatcha get. I'm flattered she's got eyeballs, you -are- smoking hot and covered in Sin cooties." She sighs up at him, gleeeeeeees and shifts arms enough to diagonal hug. Squeeze, squeeeee a bit.

"Damn me, now I've got to rush out and tell absolutely noone about it!" she chuckles "Although now, I'm going to have to have myself come here and take measurements, get the equipment over and retrofit the place. Projects. I love them when they're simple. I'll just have to make sure all the minions forget."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer actually gives a soft laugh when that straw hat is placed on his head. When they straighten, he actually fits the hat on his head a bit better and pulls a thimble weed out from nowhere, placing it into his mouth. "Now I reckon since she got eyes, like most folk do, then I s'pose ain't nones fault really. She'll be fine." He says this in the most hick accent he can muster before grinning wide. That side hug returned and he kisses her cheek.

"That'll be good to do, yes. You get a lab downstairs, we'll decorate here and upstairs. It'll be cozy, us style. Now... what to do in the mean time..."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister gestures outward. "We go let her lock up, drive Sophie back to the city, get your inhouse doctor to come for a visit and a quick test and then have a grand amount of fun. That's what. Celebration is in order... but there's nothing here to celebrate on and I don't think any of the decor I could port in from my lab would fit."

She winks, kisses him one last time and winks. "Suits you, although now I'm pitchin' ta see y'all fiddlin' that gold fiddle aginst johnny." She winks. "C'mon, one-and-only." And will lead him out. Oh yes.