14144/This is where we first met...

This is where we first met...
Date of Scene:	20 February 2022
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	The archangel Michael has a chip on his shoulder. Sibling rivalry at its best. With nachos.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
ViP section is up above, but the dance floor has those little alcoves, those private tables with nice views, often of a dancer in a cage along with the dancers on the floor. The black lights make the white of shirts so brilliant don't they? The armani, with the red waistcoat, embroidered with gold feathers, the white shirt shows up so clearly, crisp n the turn down and cuffs. Nathaniel Essex is in the back of the booth, arm hooked over the leatherette of the circle of seating, a mojito with an umbrella and mint leaves sits beside the ashtray already brought to the table.

Everything is picture perfect. Hair impeccably tied back in that pony tail, storm grey eyes particularly striking, like those of a wolf in the lights of the club, the only thing different from the time he first walked into Lux is the fact there's a bowl of nachos untouched in the middle of the table. His eyes travel, looking through the faces for the one in a million.

Lucifer has posed:
The one in a million is a face not often seen, and being who he is, it's a face that Nathaniel would recognize. Very few differences lie between the faces of the two, although Michael has a lovely scar that runs from the top corner of his left eye, across his nose and ends just beneath his right eye. There's also a different 'feel' to the air around the Archangel. The Twin. And he can come off as being a bit more foul and coniving. He smirks as he walks up to the table, tilting his head while staring Sinister down. "Hello Nathaniel."

Sinister has posed:
There's also the chip on his shoulder so large that it effected his self-actuation, causing that oh-so-slight leering. But the scar definitely informs that this is NOT Lucifer Morningstar. Pale eyes look up, fix on dark blues and narrow there slightly. "Now... I've got an inclination that you have the advantage over me here. But I'm going to fall back on my theological studies and consider for a moment. What can I do for you.... Michael?"

Lucifer has posed:
"Oh come now. Is that the best way to greet your brother in law?" Michael grins. "Unless the rumors aren't true...and my brother did not marry himself away." He reaches, then, to take one of the nachos that sit untouched, lifting it to sniff and then he bites. Chews. Swallows. "I was sort of hoping the rumors were untrue. Thinking that my brother wouldn't possibly leave me out of such a momentous occassion..." He offers this much and then stares Nathaniel down. "So tell me, Mister Sinister. Is it true? Are congratulations in order or am I still early enough to attend the affair?"

Sinister has posed:
"DO you honestly think that Lucifer Morningstar is the marrying type, until death do us part, under the eyes of god and all that?" Sinister replies with an arch of an eyebrow and a smile. "But I suppose it would be the ultimate bite of the thumb." Crossing his legs at the knee, he reaches for his smokes, lights one up with a zippo owing to a lack of helpful hellfire and flicks it shut with an audible *click* he grins around the fag-dangling "...so you decide which you ought to offer." He exhales smoke through his nose "...you're one of the ones that's a patron Saint, too, aren't you. I'm not sure that's strictly fair, but well. Catholic church and all that."

Lucifer has posed:
Michael smirks, reaching for another nacho to consume. Chewing thoughtfully before swallowing and then he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "You're right on both counts. Which is why I had to actually stop and question if it was actually true. Cause while - no - I do not see Lucifer as the marrying type...I do see him getting married as a sort of sod off to Father." The Archangel confides, briefly, and then seems to shuffle himself. "But you -are- his lover, are you not? That much we all know is true... you've sort of...bound yourselves together...for whatever reason. Not that any of us know what the fuck you see in him." A glance around then before he tries to catch Sinister's gaze once more. "Maybe that's it...he's just a good fuck toy to keep around eh?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister arches eyebrows at this line of questioning. "Do you genuinely want to know, or are you just attempting to get a rise out of me?" he asks, in a mild manner, toking again, then taking the cigarette with due dilligence to shave the ash neatly into the tray. He does that a lot, likes to shave a little perfect cone of the cherry. "I am his lover, yes. You know, this is a little perverse, it feels like. Do you regularly play peeping tom?" he asks with another smile. Turn about, is fair play.

Lucifer has posed:
Michael makes a face that can only be described as utter disgust. "Ew. What are you, mad?" Then he holds up a single finger. "Actually, don't answer that..." This much more and he steals more nachos. "Also. Further ew. No. I don't play peeping tom. Not personally...but don't you know that things are always being watched down here? That's one thing that Lucifer never understood. Or seemed to ever want to believe. Always. Watching. So. You know. We know things. Lots of things. Nothing gets past us. Nothing gets past Father. And ever since that cock-eyed, assanine, twisted little brat decided to waltz outta Hell and then...against ALL odds...was given PERMISSION to live his best life here on Earth. Of course it's gonna be watched. Likely more than either of you realize." He scoffs then. "So where is he anyway?"

Sinister has posed:
"Well, clearly you have a splendid grasp of the english language, Michael. Not quite so grand a mastery though. Lucifer is in the details after all. If you did not want to give an impression, you shouldn't have used the language you did, now should you?" Finally, a nacho is taken, or rather floated out and brought to waiting fingers, to crunch some chili pepper and gooey cheese from. "I can believe it of the almighty, but I have a harder time with his children -- you aren't as omniscient, so you would actively have to be looking." And thusly having drawled that, he waggles his eyebrows up and down, meeting Michael's gaze again. "I don't know where he is, specifically, other than he's sorting something out and will be here imminently."

Another nacho is floated. "But to answer the question you didn't ask /and/ the question you did, in an insulting manner... I understand where Lucifer comes from. I empathise and although we seem very opposite characters, we actually have a phenomenal amount of things in common. He is my best friend. Likely my only friend. We are matched."

Lucifer has posed:
Michael scowls even more than his face normally seems to do naturally and he scoffs at the end. "Believe whatever you wish. You aren't there, you don't know how it goes. And it's clear that Lucifer hasn't told you how it all works either." Which means Michael likely now thinks he has a one up on his brother, and that will be something he will try to sit on for some time. "Matched. Not even. This wasn't just some sudden how do you do that turned into a fling. This," he motions towards Nathaniel, "was planned."

Meanwhile, Lucifer was tied up with a few last minute business items which he couldn't pull himself from. Now free of them, he's managed his way into Lux and begins the hunt for Nathaniel. Though, when he finds him and sees someone at the table talking to him, there's a raised brow. The closer he gets, the more he can feel the presence - and Lucifer has a way to feel such. Coming up right at the end of what Michael is saying he tilts his head. "Planned? That's absurd. I know what you're trying to hint at...it's the wrong path, Michael."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's eyes remain quite calm and faintly amused seeming, sparkling even, as the button pushing seemed to have been successful. It's only at the end, just before Michael finishes with his gesture, that his eyes betray he knew there was incoming before the devil was in sight. "Darling," he welcomes with a smile, gesturing at the nachos. "Fritz outdid himself, some of these are ghost peppers." Right about then, one of the waitresses brings over a large whiskey and a vodka sans rocks, setting the latter infront of Michael and the former to Lucifer's reach, still held on the tray.

"Right on cue, Roxie." From Nathaniel, he inclines his head and looks to Lucifer. "He arrived a little bit before you and I'm not altogether sure precisely why. But I'm getting the impression I'm not exactly fully clued, either."

Lucifer has posed:
Michael blinks and then gives the slightest wince as he turns to look behind himself at his brother. The winced look is quickly replaced by a smirk by the time he is facing Lucifer. "Ah. Just the man I wanted to see. Well. Sort of." This much and then he turns his head to look towards Nathaniel once more. "And you know full well it's not the wrong path. Just because YOU think it's wrong, doesn't make it wrong."

"I was the first to KNOW when things were wrong. I was the one who gave that wisdom to human kind. Do NOT push me, Michael." Says the twin, hellfire burning in his eyes.

"Oh stop it. You know, for someone who used to rule Hell, you sure can't take the heat. Now are you going to tell him or am I?"

Lucifer grimaces. "There are many people in the world named Nathaniel. To put that on him just because it's his name and I am who I am is a coincidence. At best." Yet then, he looks to Nathaniel. "Your name...it has a meaning. Gift from God. Doctor Freud here wants to try and say that you and me being together is only because our Father...gifted you...to me..." He snatches the whiskey from the tray, and Roxie bows out quickly.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister blinks. "Oh, good grief, really?" he comes on that after a good moment of staring at the two of them. It is like looking in a very strange kind of mirror, after all. "Or, is this one of those moments, where just because I don't believe in god, doesn't mean god doesn't believe in me?" Nathaniel chuckles a little at that, a warm sound. "I find that notion rather flattering in its own way. And before you say anything, Michael... I can firmly believe in what I see right infront of me, know that you are more than any other being on the face of the planet and /still/ not put it down to an all knowing monotheistic deity. Actually, I think I've clocked a god once..." He frowns at that, thinking back. "...I've definitely met the kids of some of the other gods."

He looks back at the brothers and shrugs lightly. "Doesn't matter in the end, I suppose. I rather like Angels, just so as you know. One day I shall be quite pleased to see you all as you truly are. One day. I don't think my mind is quite /there/ yet. Maybe astrally."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer glances over to Nathaniel and shrugs. "I don't think father believes in any one. But this is an argument that even you and I have had. Free will versus pre-destiny. Michael's version suggests pre-destination. I don't...I cannot agree with that." He offers this and then downs a bit more of his drink before shifting to slide into the booth to settle next to Nathaniel. "Now, having tried and failed to start a fight, is there anything else we can do for you, Michael, or would you be so kind as to bugger right off?"

Michael just scowls. Deeply. Then turns and stalks off but not before "This isn't over." And then he's gone.

"...Can you tell me why I have such annoying siblings?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister tilts his head at the space where Michael had been, then looks to Lucifer with the same head tilt. "Well, in his case, I suspect it's a big, enormous case of being jealous. I'm going to bet that your twin never tried to actually get out of your shadow by being excellent in his own right, without always trying to one-up..." he leans in, pecks a light little kiss with his face protracted and gazing down his nose, lips twisted in a small knowing smile.

He leans closer to Lucifer's ear "...and I didn't even mention how the meaning of a name is a logical fallacy. Tsk."

He then cracks his knuckles on his left hand, ferries his cigarette to the ashtray for another shave and looks over the nachos and back. "But in all truth? I don't know. There's one in every bunch. Family is the one thing you can't change out -- why so many people make their own families, I suppose."

Lucifer has posed:
"That makes a lot of sense, yeah." Lucifer admits, setting his whiskey down and reaches for nachos while also procuring a cigarette for himself. Nachos consumed, followed by a sip of whiskey and then he lights the cigarette. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting long. One of our liquor deliveries is going to be delayed so I wanted to make sure we had good stock still. Which we do." This much and then he takes a breath. "And I'm sorry he just...helped himself to bothering you. I'll...try to make a way for them to not be able to get in so easily." A smile, a kiss offered, and then he nuzzles. "Aside form such intrusion, how has your night been?"

Sinister has posed:
"Well, other than the intrusion, rather well, I hope." He gestures at his clothing with one graceful hand movement, then up to his face. "I was trying to recreate a moment. I think I mostly succeeded," including the very expensive Imperial Majesty cologne that he's got on. "What do you think?" he asks, leaning his head back again, to watch across his cheekbones, then glancing up and around the booth. "I think this is the same one I was in, with Emma Frost, also. Right. Lucky table, for me."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tilts his head, gives a peack on the cheek and then slides out the booth a moment. TIlting his head once more, he holds up his hands in that way they do. "Click." Then he returns to his spot next to Nathaniel and does another 'Click'. "I don't think there's anything missing or out of place, aside from Emma herself but I can pretend." He chuckles. "This is actually quite cool. What's the occassion?"

Sinister has posed:
"No real occasion, other than..." A flourish of the wrist is again given. "Memories are like fine wine, they get better with age. Now, after the nachos, there's a moonlit walk waiting along the jersey shore. Even in february, they don't stop living. There's even a place that does alcoholic slush." He winks, tucks into the snack, but not before a peck was swapped out for a good old fashioned scorcher. PDAs bedamned, after all.