14197/Knock, Knock, Knocking on Hell's Door

Knock, Knock, Knocking on Hell's Door
Date of Scene:	16 March 2022
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	And then the gates close and everyone goes home. But there were a couple interesting faces in the crowd...
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister, Yaozu Lin, Lois Lane

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Lucifer has posed:
It's a quieter night at Lux than what would be bringing people in on the weekends. Some people are responsible enough to not spend a week night at the Club, but that doesn't mean that Lux is entirely empty.

What it does mean, however, is that the Devil can have just a little more fun. Give the people something a little bit different than a DJ spinning tunes for people to hit the dance floor with. Instead, the Devil is at the piano, an ashtray holding a smoking cigarette, glass of whiskey neat, and he's playing a tune. Idle playing at first before finally he leans into the microphone and starts off with a strong piano riff. "Just take those old records off the shelf... I'll sit and listen to them by myself... today's music ain't got the same soul! I like that old time rock and roll... Don't try and take me to a disco... you'll never even get me out on the floor. In ten minutes I'll be late for the door...I like that old time rock and roll!"

The tune gets a light cheer and some older people and genuine rock and rollers get up to dance. From somewhere, the rest of the instruments from the song chime in as he continues to play....

Sinister has posed:
Sinister has her feminine whiles on tonight. It happens from time to time, dressed up to the nines in a red gothic dress that comes down just low enough to be cover everything but not low enough not to be a little scandalous and CERTAINLY not long enough to hide the legs that go all the way up. Red diamonds form the skirt, her upper torso laced up in a very figure hugging corset attached to it, with black lace sleevers that tease at her upper arms in the shapes of raven feathers. They match the raven and rooster feather black velvet choker that emphasises the throat and tickles at the bosom beneath.

Black opera gloves sheathe her hands past the elbow, hair done up in a loose chiffon with coiled strands that hang down to frame her face, the make-up is spot on; glossy red as red lips, smokey eye, everything else hinting at flawlessly natural.

She pauses at the top of the spiral down to the floor, laying a purposeful hand on the railing before sashaying her way down, stealing eyes from the gallery as she descends, watching the band and the maestro at the ivories. A Manhattan is lifted off of a tray held at the least contact at the stem as she moves, sipped as she walks.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
There are a number of different things that Lin Yaozu tends to do with his time away from the Triskellion. It doesn't usually include visiting night clubs, but there are times when curiosity becomes a thing that ought be sated. For a moment, the avian pauses beyond the doors of Lux, and he tilts his head to one side as he studies the establishment. It's definitely a curious thing -- or a curiosity inspiring thing. He steps forward then and lifts his left hand, reaching out to pull open the door and step inside.

Avian though he is, the fellow is dressed to suit, at least. Except for shoes, since those don't really work with the shape of his feet. And so, he wears a pair of black dress slacks and a long-sleeved dark blue silk shirt with a Mandarin collar to it. His black hair has been gathered to the nape of his neck and braided neatly. There is a moment of pause, to grow at least slightly accustomed to the sounds within. His black wings are folded at ease at his back, and his talons tick-click upon the floor as he starts to make his way further into the establishment.

Lucifer has posed:
"Don't wanna hear them play a tango... I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul... there's only one sure way to get me to go... play that old time rock and roll... Call me a relic call me what you will... say I'm old fashioned say I'm over the hill. Today's music ain't got the same soul. I like that old time rock and roll..." Lucifer continues to play and sing. "Still like that old time rock and roll...that kind of music just soothes my soul...I reminisce about the days of old. With that old time rock and roll.." Then they go into the music solo and Lucifer looks up and over just in time to see Sinister. Or should he consider Miss Sinister. Then he walks away from the piano...but the piano keeps...playing? Perhaps.

Yaozu, upon entrance, is glanced over for a moment but then allowed further in. It's not too loud, but for anyone with sensitive hearing, it could surely be a bother. Never the less, there's a bar on the top level, and dance floor and tables on the bottom level. One has their fair share of choices here.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's red high heels are telling; the heel itself is an upright stiletto pitchfork, with the 'fork' portion of it clutching at the back of the shoe. Subtle, but obvious. She sways in on an intercept course, met half way and leans in for a swanny-necked tip-toes kiss, the manhattan held out perfectly balanced and not tipping over. "Hello, Firecracker," smile "...not dressed for rock and roll... but I /like/ it." Her free fingers tickled up his throat to tap his voicebox. "I do so love those pipes of yours," -- But then there's a thing. Maybe it's the occasional polite exterior that inside the mind is going 'what in the name of heck?' but she turns a little as if listening, then leans around Lucifer just a fraction to look up at the source of the distraction.

"My my. This seems almost like the beginning of some kind of obscure joke. Definitely not something you see every day is it?" murmured in a purr to the devil's ear, giving a little reverse nod toward Yaozu.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
There are no weapons upon his person, unless one counts the talons on his feet as well as those retractable ones on his fingers. And those, he cannot be without. One thing he isn't without is a string of Buddhist prayer beads looped multiple times about his right wrist, though those are mostly out of sight beneath the sleeve of his shirt. The black and red tassel attached to the string of volanic rock beads dangles along the outside of his right hand.

The tick-snick sound of Yaozu's talons moves with him as he makes his way towards the bar on the top level. His gaze wanders a bit, taking in the assorted clientele, including the man who had been singing and playing the piano, and the woman now standing so near to him. What, exactly, he hears of what's said? Likely everything, given the sensitive nature of his hearing, which is too much to focus on entirely. An owl's hearing spans for miles, and his is equivalent. Yet it would seem he's accustomed to filtering his way through such an abundance of sounds, at least if appearances are any indication.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer grins as he's met by Miss Sinister, an arm slinking around her waist as they meet for that kiss. "Call me a firecracker? Look at you! I love this look." He offers this to her before giving a chuckle as she tickles his throat and then watches as her attention is slightly distracted. Following her gaze, and her words, he looks up and over to the top level, to the bar where Yaozu has parked himself. "What would be the joke? It is interesting to say the least...perhaps I should go meet our new friend." A kiss is given just below Sinister's ear. "See you up there."

Then he peels himself away from Sinister and in one step, two, he's gone from the lower level and at the top. Walking around to enter the back of the bar. Another step, two, and he's standing right in front of where Yaozu sat. "Hello there. Can I get you anything?"

Sinister has posed:
"I felt inspired," giving a little shiver to set the ruby diamonds a'sparkling, she tilts her head to the kiss, accepting it as the dote that it is, then sighs fondly at being abandoned. The manhattan is downed, set aside with graceful negligence and she forges her way through the light crowd of dancers, never once colliding with one. As if she knows where they'll be in relation to herself and never IS where they'll be. On the way a cosmopolitan is snagged, along with the whiskey that was on the piano top and she sashays up to the bar to set the whiskey down, the cosmopolitan also ...

And then extracts a cigarette holder from her cleavage. No handbag. "Good girls," she murmurs, pulling out a cigarette case also, to assemble a smoke, which is simply held to pursed lips, unlit.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
It's an interesting thing to wonder, and one that Yaozu had been thinking on since he'd heard the comment made. What would be the joke? Sometimes, he doesn't follow them well, though that's often on account of English not being his native language. His black ear tufts lay back for a brief moment, then lift, and as Lucifer appears there in front of him, he tilts his head to one side as he gazes at the fellow. "Good evening," he says softly, inclining his head towards Lucifer.

He lifts his arms then to bring them to rest in front of him, his right forearm atop of his left, and he considers the question that was asked. "Baijiu, please, if you have it here," he requests, a small smile slightly parting his beak. It would be a simple request if he were in China, yet here -- here, he isn't sure if the beverage is available. His words have a slight Chinese accent to them. He shifts his right hand just a touch, his fingers lightly settled upon his left forearm.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer reaches for the whiskey that's been re-delivered to him by way of Sinister, giving her a wink and a smile. "Thank you, love." This much said before he reaches a hand to snap fingers and produce the hellfire needed to light Sinister's cigarette. Once that's done he looks to Yaozu and then tilts his head. "I mean, I have it but... just so you know, it's pretty expensive..." Then he turns and looks over his various bottles. Sometimes he has to have a bit of variety for all the clients that require him to keep interesting liquors in stock. Grabbing the bottle then he turns and sets it down. "On the rocks or neat? Do you need a chaser?" This asked then to Yaozu as well.

A brief glance of attention is given to Sinister. "Do your girls have a cigarette for me, love?"

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, I think so..." a delicate suck of her cheeks and the cigarette blooms under that hellfire spark. Leaving the holder in her lips, a fresh one is taken from the silver case and held up to the lit end, then with a little flick of the finger, floats over to Lucifer's waiting hand. "Ahh, the joke; owl walks into a bar, barman says 'You know, they say you look like an owl...' owl turns to the barman, says 'Who?'" another drag of the cigarette holder and she leans against the semi-circle of marble, shoulders arching just so. "They can't /all/ be corkers."

Yaozu Lin has posed:
The avian tilts his head slightly to one side at the statement, and then he gives a small nod. "I will pay what it costs," he says softly, inclining his head towards Lucifer. He seems to have expected that it would be expensive -- after all, it's a Chinese liquor. "Neat, please," he requests. "It is not common to find, here," he says softly, lifting his right hand to make a slight gesture to indicate the city. "No chaser, thank you," he adds. His words are both polite and respectful.

He turns his head to look to Miss Sinister, listening as the joke is explained. His ear tufts lay back for a moment then lift, and his beak makes a soft snick of sound. Perhaps it amuses him, for his feathers do slightly fluff. "I suppose that would explain what all of the feathers are about, then," Yaozu says softly, a touch of amusement to his voice.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer gives that warning just in case more than one drink is wanted. Even though it is an expensive liquor, it is not hard for Lucifer to procure it by any stretch of means. A glass is poured and then set before Yaozu. "I have a policy. First drink is always on the house. If you want more, you can pay per drink or open a tab." A pause. "My bartenders will continue to take care of you." Then he smiles. "Plenty of interesting people walk into this club, but I have to say, you're in the top tier of them right now." Offering this much more and inclines his head. "I'm Lucifer Morningstar, by the by."

The cigarette that Sinister moved towards him is plucked out of thin air and he takes a slow drag, blowing the smoke upwards towards the ceiling. A glance to her. "I'd hate for you to get all dressed up and I don't show you a good time... anything in particular you're in the mood for, love?"

Sinister has posed:
"The cosmo will do just fine for now," Sinister replies, with a grin on painted lips. She sloe-eyes at Yaozu and looks over the black feathers and odd little owly human behaviours. She lets the grin become a crooked moue, turns to the dapper barman and leans over it to favour a bird's eye view of her 'purse' as she comes in for a kiss to the Host. "I'm going to shake a tailfeather. At some point though, I -demand- you cut a rug with me." She flicks eyes up at the ceiling and back, before downing the cosmo and slipping away from the bar to quite literally occupy a goodly space on the dance floor, in her own bubble.

But lots of room for a view, too.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
Given that he's a native of China, Yaozu could likely procure the baijiu on his own if he were to impose on certain acquaintances in China. If he felt it would actually get through to here from there. He watches as the glass is poured and set in front of him, and he gives a small nod. "Xiexie," Yaozu says softly. "If I wish another, then I will pay after you pour and before I drink," he comments, a small smile parting his beak. His right hand slips away from his left, settling upon the counter, and then he reaches out his left hand to pick up the glass. Yet he doesn't drink from it, just yet.

Lin Yaozu tilts his head to one side, that few degrees just past human normal, his ear tufts perking up a bit further. "Oh? And what makes me so interesting?" he asks softly, a touch of curiosity to his voice. He has a guess or two, but asking can sometimes yield interesting results. "It is good to meet you, Mr. Morningstar. I am Lin Yaozu," he says, inclining his head towards the fellow. His hazel gaze turns to Miss Sinister, watching as she and Lucifer interact. He is a little bit of both, owl and human, for he was once one but became the other, and there are some mannerisms that show it.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is standing behind the bar, serving drinks to a couple of people. One of those people just happens to be Yaozu - who is by far and wide a very interesting person sitting at the bar. They're also carrying on a conversation, to which Lucifer responds to an askes question, "Well. I've never met someone like you. And I've met a lot of somebodies. Which makes you interesting to one like myself." Though his gaze does shift to follow the one who just departed his company. Sinister having a femme fatale look tonight, so it's a lady in red with black elbow-length gloves sauntering away from the bar. Swaying ass being watched by the Devil's eyes as she goes. "So. Yaozu. What brings you here tonight, if I may ask?"

Lois Lane has posed:
The infamous Lois Lane hasn't been seen around the Lux in nearly three weeks. But, when she finishes whatever undercover reporting or long form job she's doing, she always drags herself back in here, planning on getting drunk enough to forget the morning and let loose in the way that one only can at the Lux. After her most recent story, she's looking to rebel even more and it's shown off in the clothing she's wearing.

Her usual jeans are skinny hip huggers, resting so low they expose both her hip bones and belly button. She's only got a button down Hawaiian shirt tied off across her chest, but she's exposing from sternum to fly. Her black hair is down in wild waves and she might already be hiding a hangover (or bloodshot eyes) behind a pair of matching sunglasses. She saunters over to the bar, that trouble making grin on her face as she stares at Lucifer.

Sinister has posed:
Indeed, the club is open usually seven days a week, give or take the odd day when it's closed for a special event of some manner. And although it is midweek, it still has enough draw to command a reasonable crowd and tonight, because it's quieter, there's a session band. The type of music rock music! The punters were treated to a vocal rendition of 'I love rock and roll' by none other than Morninstar himself earlier on, but now the tunage has turned to 'Ballroom Blitz' which has people dancing quite vigorously. The young, the socialite, the less young who haven't forgotten how.

And miss Sinister, a tall drink of voluptuous in the red and black, a gothic minidress with built-in corset and decorations of red sparking diamonds that shine and move on the skirt. The piece de resistance of the night is the fact her three inch stilettos' heels are upright pitchforks, holding her heels in their pronged grip. And she's cutting a rug in a personal space that seems ot nevertheless have many, many eyes on her.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
Of course, Lin Yaozu happens to be of a rather different opinion regarding himself. He doesn't feel as though he's particularly interesting at all. It's been nearly a year since he came from China to New York City, and nearly that long since the first manifestations of the mutation that's made him as he is now had first appeared. Owlishly avian. There is a soft sound from his features as he shifts his wings a touch, adjusting the way they're settled at his back. His hazel gaze holds owlishly unblinking upon Lucifer as he watches the fellow.

Yaozu tilts his head to one side, that few degrees past normal human range and into the owlish, and then he gives a small nod to Lucifer at his words. "I expect you would meet many people, in this job, in a place such as this one," he says softly, lifting his right hand to gesture slightly in indication of Lux itself. "I could not say how many others might be such as I," he adds in a thoughtful tone of voice, lifting one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. He knows of only one other, himself, and that is information he keeps to himself.

With the exception of shoes that don't work on feet such as his, Lin Yaozu is dressed well for having come to this particular club. He wears a pair of black dress slacks and a long-sleeved dark blue silk shirt with a Mandarin collar to it. His black hair has been gathered to the nape of his neck and braided neatly. Lifting his right hand, he smoothly catches his braid and draws it forward over his shoulder, his hand lowering for his arm to rest on the bar's counter in the next moment. "What brings me here?" he repeats, tilting his head a touch to one side. He looks to his glass briefly, then back to Lucifer. "Baijiu. And curiosity. I have not been here before, and I wished to see it," he says softly, a small smile parting his beak. He lifts the glass of baijiu held in his left hand, then takes a sip of it. He is aware of the comings and goings of others, yet his attention holds to the man behind the bar, at least for the time being.

Lucifer has posed:
"Well. I hope it is to your satisfaction. If there is anything I can do to make your night here more pleasurable, do not hesitate to ask." Lucifer offers this to Yaozu and then turns his attention to the one who just approached the bar. Looking her down and then up, his lips curl into a smirk. "Why if it's not the Mistress of Ink herself. You've been gone for a while, my dear. It's nice to see you back around again.." In the blink of an eye he sets a scotch on the rocks in front of her before raising a brow. "Looking a bit on the wilder side. I love the look... I think? You could have rocked a sexy dress tho... or an off shoulder midriff?"

Gaze shifts past to the dance floor a moment after. He's still paying attention to things, but his focus goes to the woman on the dance floor. The one who has many eyes on her. He smirks, and flicks fingers so that Sinister's dress pulls up from the bottom hem juuuust a tiny bit. Then higher. And higher.... and...higher still?

Lois Lane has posed:
Pale eyes flicker from the interesting looking bird-like man at the bar, studying just a few heartbeats, before moving back to Lucifer and letting a wider grin dance across her lips. She watches him pour her scotch from the expensive bottle, "Oh, Lucifer, you *missed* me. Well, I missed you too. And your scotch." She winks at him and knocks back a good mouthful of the stuff, savoring the burn before taking a second, smaller sip and plopping herself on a barstool near to Yaozu.

She turns her eyes, following Lucifer's gaze to the woman on the floor. Both her brows arch and she stares in enjoyment, scotch hovering near her lips and nose but she is indulging another vice now. "Mm... yes. It is good to be home. You'd kill to get me in that dress and you'd probably have to kill me because it'd be over my dead body. Still, I felt like being a bit... freer tonight. Turns out sexist as shit cults get under your skin after a while. But the story is done and with editorial and I am FREE for two whole days!"

Sinister has posed:
Miss Sinister, Nathanielle as she's sometimes referred to, does not seem to care what's happening to her skirts. Body movement and all that jazz do make material rise, but funnily it never gets up to flashing knickers. Rather, it arrives and parks itself at 'still going up' just shy of the money. As the song ends, she trails a hand over the arm of one of the waitresses with a wink and a 'mwah' and saunters back to the bar with ownership of her personal space that could rival some other people with iron-clad self-confidence. She sliiiiiiides onto one of the stools at the return to the bar, legs tucking in over the foot rest and behind one another, so she can lean and display assets again. In a corset there's plenty of them and she reaches in to pull out her cigarette holder and silver case once again, fishing out two, putting one in the end of the holder and regarding Owl and Reporter with a sloe-eyed gaze. Like she's pouring chocolate over everyone and dusting it with cocaine. "That was envigorating--" with a voice like whiskey and smoke "--uplifting even." With her violet eyes looking straight at Lucifer with it.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
"Thus far?" Yaozu inquires, tilting his head a touch to one side whilst he considers. Then he gives a nod, his black ear tufts falling back briefly before they lift again. "It is," he says, a smile parting his beak a little bit. His feathers slick briefly at the mention of his night being made more pleasurable, and then he gives a small shake of his head and his feathers return to that slightly fluffed state of moments ago. "It is not what I seek, but the offer is appreciated all the same," he says softly, inclining his head slightly towards Lucifer. Pleasure is one of those things that can be interpreted in different ways, and perhaps the native Chinaman misinterpreted what might have been meant.

He is aware of being watched by the woman that Lucifer termed the Mistress of Ink, and he turns his head to look to her. Then he inclines his head slightly towards her, in the fashion of a greeting, unspoken though it is. He shifts the glass of baijiu held in his hand, and then he lifts it to take a drink from it. "There is a freedom in simply being yourself. In wearing what appeals," he says softly, a thoughtful tone to his voice. His tail gives a slight flick, and he looks over to Nathanielle at her appearance to the bar, and he gives a small nod to her.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer smiles to Lois. "Of course I missed you? How could I not? And you keep saying over your dead body but I'll get you into that dress one of these days. Just you wait." He offers this, reaches a hand to take hers and kiss the knuckles before winking at her. "Let me know if you need anything else, Lois." This before he turns his attention towards Nathanielle who has come back to the bar, plucking the offered cigarette from her while snapping hellfire from his fingers so they can both light their cancer sticks. "You looked good on the dance floor. I owe you a dance. Need a drink?"

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois shakes her glass for a little refill before Lucifer walks away, then raises it in a toast in his direction before taking a deep sip and letting him head off to distract himself with other enjoyments. She's simply happy to be here and relaxing. Her pale eyes then turn back to the man near her, looking the owlish figure up and down thoughtfully. "And what's a straight lace like you doing in a place like this? I bet you're... hm. Not FBI. Some sort of agent. Maybe SHIELD? LEO, at least. You have that air about you." Lois likes her little profiling games. She's generally pretty close to right.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister takes a drag off of her cigarette, blows smoke up past her ear and leans further over the bar to peck Lucifer on the cheek. It leaves a very subtle glossy look, but no lipstick. "I'll actually have a sloe comfortable screw, if you would be so kind," she says, drawling the cocktail name. "And you do, my dear, you do." She smiles, giving off absinthe vibes, then turns herself just enough to blatantly eavesdrop on the two nearby, giving both Yaozu and Lois a very thorough looking over, whilst she indulges in her cancer stick.

With a nod to Yaozu returned "...the way he carries himself, I'd say you're on point, miss Lane." She grins around the holder, white teeth playing with the end of it. "But you know he's not going to answer you to any degree of satisfaction." And then she looks sidelong to the reporter. "You and Lucifer go way back, it seems."

Yaozu Lin has posed:
Lightly, Yaozu swirls the alcohol in his glass, and he looks down to it for a moment before he takes a drink of it. He glances towards Lucifer as the fellow heads for Nathanielle to light the cigarette. He sets the glass onto the counter in front of him, turning it just so, and then he tilts his head a touch to one side as he looks to the Mistress of Ink. A smile slightly parts his beak, and he inclines his head towards her.

"Similar to you, at least in some respects. Enjoying a drink," he says softly, a thoughtful tone to his voice. "Although I fear I am not entirely familiar with the term of a 'straight lace'," he says, a touch of curiosity to his voice. His words have a slight accent -- Asian, and Chinese in specific. There's a flicker of interest to his eyes, and he faintly inclines his head towards her. "Perhaps. Which is your best guess?" he asks softly. He looks towards Nathanielle, and there's a touch of a smile that parts his beak. And he offers no answer to the question of if he is an agent or not.

The fingers of his left hand move to his glass, and he picks it up before finishing the liquid within it. "I am Lin Yaozu," he offers, turning his attention back to her and studying her. "Perhaps it is simply the air of one who is not native to here," he muses, tilting his head a touch to one side.

Lucifer has posed:
Oh there is a *look* that passes over Lucifer's gaze when Nathanielle asks for that particular drink, in an oh so particular way. He smiles and begins to put all the pieces of a sloe comfotable screw together before setting the glass in front of Nathanielle. "Don't worry. This isn't the only sloe comfortable screw you'll be getting tonight. I can promise you that." He gives her a wink and then takes a drag off his cigarette while shifting down just a bit to take care of a couple other customers. It's sort of the rhythm he gets into when he's behind the bar. He can't help it.

Lois Lane has posed:
Lois carefully tips her glasses forward, looking Yaozu up and down over their rims. She's silent and thoughtful, like she could scan him beneath the surface just by removing her glasses. Of course, she can't. She's no super woman! But she is good at reading people and is still sober enough to do her normal tricks. "Straight laced. Means you are all up tight and proper. Not really letting loose. And... you're not law enforcement, you still have some moral core to you. I'd say probably SHIELD then. 90 percent likely SHIELD. Or maybe one of those genius Asian FBI analysts. But probably SHIELD." She grins, putting her glasses back and toasting her glass to him, "Am I right? See. I bet I'm right." She winks at Sinister.

The interplay between Lucifer and Sinister gets a fairly good look from Lois and a rather wider smile from Lois. She waggles a single brow at Lucifer as he walks away, but then lets herself be pulled back to studying her bird friend.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister mwahs the air, waving with her pinky finger as Lucifer does his thing, resettling attention after a soft "Promises, promises..." and licking the invisible cream from her whiskers. She chuckles at Yaozu's words though. "Duckie, there's not being native and being practically a walking Shaolin no-mind..." she murmurs, giving a spread handed shrug and a flutter of lashes, then a sotto voce: "It sticks out a bit." Still, she clicks her tongue at Lois' guess, bopping her cigarette-holder in the woman's direction, in what is essentially a inanimate object nod.

The cocktail is brought close, straw put to lips for a sip, before she comments softly in Lois' direction "See something you liked?" eyesparkle, eyesparkle.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
Lin Yaozu's beak softly snicks as he listens to what Lois says. His ear tufts remain perked up whilst he is appraised by her, and he sits quietly on the stool there at the bar. "There are a number of English sayings that are unfamiliar to me. The meaning of them escapes me," he says, lifting his right hand to make a slight gesture. A black and red tassel lightly brushes along the wrist of the right sleeve of his shirt, along with that gesture. "Proper, yes. Up tight... perhaps," he allows, inclining his head slightly towards her.

"I assure you, I am no genius of any variety," he says, a touch of amusement to his words. "The Asian part, that is accurate. Chinese and Japanese," he adds, giving a small nod. Not that it can really be told by much other than the mild accent to his voice. "Perhaps you are right or perhaps you are wrong. There are many possibilities. I heard that SHIELD does not exist. For myself, I simply do what little I can to make the world better, wherever that takes me," he says softly, a thoughtful tone to his voice. There is no confirmation that he offers either way.

He turns to look to Sinister, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. "No-mind?" he asks softly, a touch of curiosity to his voice. "There are robes that I could have worn, had I wished to truly stand out. Or at least, to stand out further than what I do as it is. Training of many kinds leaves a mark," he says softly.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer comes back around. Still silent as ever. He's just being the man behind the bar listening to everything - paying attention to everyone. Lois' scotch gets a refill, Yaozu's drink as well and he winks at Nathanielle while he leans in to fish an ice cube out her glass with his tongue. Thinking no one is watching, he lengthens his tongue to wrap around a cube to pull out the glass and then grins before sucking it into his mouth. Leaning back, he takes a sip of his own whiskey but remains silent still, just...listening. He's good at that.

Lois Lane has posed:
The question from Sinister gets a husky little laugh from Lois, shaking her head slowly, "Yes, I mean, you're lovely, but I'm here for two drinks then back home. Still have work in the morning. But I'll enjoy the show while I'm around." She winks flirtatiously in the other woman's direction.

Then her other interest of the moment dodges the questions she's been asking. Lois laughs even deeper, smirking to him, "Oh, SHIELD is real. That's what all the super secret government organizations like to say. You don't work the news beat as long as I have without knowing a thing or two, and I know SHIELD is real. And they make as much trouble as they fix! But... they all style themselves the sort of agents to make the world a better place, whatever the cost." She taps her drink on the bar and points in his direction before finishing it off with a good gulp and standing up. "I gotcha. I won't forget. Can't hide from me." She teases lightly.

Then she's pulling a 20 dollar bill out of her pocket and she slides it down across the bar. Either a tip or payment for Lucifer. Likely both. With that, she gives Sinister and Yaozu a salute. "But, the morning comes fast. Nice meetin' both of you. Don't party too hard, you might break something." She says that to the one she's accused of being an agent. And then she's heading out the door.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's chin dips so that she's looking at Yaozu beneath her brows, arched and well plucked as they are. One eyebrow lifts a little. All she does is this: raising hands, complete with drink and cigarette holder, she murmurs "Wax on, Wax off..." then slides from the bar stool. With a wry little twist of lips, she blows an air-kiss toward Lois as the woman makes to depart for less seductive grounds and sallies forth around the end of the bar, sticking cigarette holder in teeth so that she can slip a single finger into the back of Lucifer's pants, hooking the belt.

No words there either, she just waves a pinky at the barfolk and the /regular/ bar tender, to march the Devil to the elevator. Someone is owed a Sloe Comfortable Screw in private.

Yaozu Lin has posed:
It's a natural thing for Yaozu to dodge the questions. It goes with the territory of being asked them, alas. "Mm," he acknowledges, inclining his head slightly towards Lois. "Then it would seem you know more than I," he says softly. He glances towards Lucifer as his drink is refilled, and he gives a small nod to the fellow before he reaches his left hand out to pick up the glass. A sip of the drink is taken, and then his attention turns to Lois once again. "I suspect that many people end up in trouble along the way to making things better, hmm?" he suggests, a touch of curiosity to his voice. "Everything that is worth doing has a cost," he comments, giving a small nod.

His beak makes a soft snick of sound, and he inclines his head towards Lois. "Morning often does, yes. It was good to meet you as well. Travel safely," he says softly, watching her for a moment as she heads towards the door. His attention shifts back over to Sinister, and he tilts his head slightly to one side. "Shaolin is a form of kung fu, and your quote is a reference to karate," he says softly, a small smile parting his beak. Whether or not he's trained in one or both of them, he doesn't say. He glances towards Lucifer, then back to Sinister before slightly inclining his head towards them. "Enjoy your evening," he offers. He lifts his drink to finish the baijiu, and then he slips his left hand to the pocket of his slacks in order to withdraw two twenty dollar bills which he places on the counter, tucking them beneath his glass. He gets to his feet and then starts to make his way across the room towards the exit.