14210/Which Witch is This Witch

Which Witch is This Witch
Date of Scene:	19 March 2022
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	Lucifer and Willow have a talk over a Sinister's bunny. Or something.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Sinister, Willow Rosenberg

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Lucifer has posed:
Friday nights are alright, not like Saturday nights, but a bit close. They promise a Saturday being beckoned! But that's just a popular song, and one that's being remixed over the speakers of club Lux by one of the in-house DJs. The dance floor is hopping, the people in cages are swaying, and the alcohol is surely flowing. Everyone has come to have a good time, and they pay good money for the good times that they are having.

Enter Lucifer Morningstar. Immaculately dressed in a three piece suit of charcoal grey with a robin's egg blue shirt and black tie. He has a handkerchief which matches his shirt tucked into the left breast pocket of his jacket and is standing at his usual perch. A nice little hole of the top floor near the spiral staircase that gives him a perfect view of the floors both above and below. It is here that he stands and he plucks a glass of whiskey from a traveling tray to take a sip while watching the crowd. Though he's not only drinking whiskey, he is heavily drinking in the vibe of sins that waft off all the occupants here.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister actually enters via the front door, which is a thing not often done these days. Nothing else to be said, other than he's carrying a large lop-eared dutch white rabbit in his arms, which is being stroked. Now, this isn't usually something that just flies under the radar in a place where you're not really supposed to have animals, but there it is nevertheless. It has a big blue bow tied about its neck and /seems/ quite content in itself. Glancing up and around, he smiles faintly to familiar waitstaff, then mianders his way through toward the elevator.

He might not get that far, but that's neither here nor there, at the current time.

He's dressed in a red shirt, with black vest and black tailored frock coat. Loose collar. No tie.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Really, Willow should not be here.

She had been here quite some time ago, when she had been taking classes with Tala. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending how you looked at it) Willow didn't feel quite right. Something was wrong.

This time she came as her own self: funky looking clothes; weird dance moves; soda pop. In other words just plain old Willow.

At the bar she put a five dollar bill down. "Root beer please!" And she smiled.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is immediately pulled in two directions. One direction (not the band, no pun intended) is towards Sinister and the...bunny...he carries. The other is towards the bar where he's being informed that someone is ordering a non-alcoholic drink at the bar. Not that such a thing is, like, illegal or anything of course. Just, in the land of Lux...it's a bit odd.

<<Why in the bloody hell do you have a rabbit?>> Is the thought that is sent towards Sinister.

Then one step, two steps, and Lucifer is behind the bar and in front of... "Ah! The prodigy returns." He snaps his fingers and points at the woman. "Willow, wasn't it?" Then he's putting a frosted glass on the counter and opens a bottle of root beer to place next to it. "First drink is always on the house. Save the money for the next round. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit Miss Rosenberg?"

Sinister has posed:
<<There is no rabbit here. What you see and what you get are not necessarily the same thing. I assure you, this little lagomorph is anything but. But he's cute isn't he?>>

Sinister's eyes catch Lucifer's for a moment, then he pauses just in front of the elevator, considering it with a long, accusatory stare. You just had to be a door didn't you? Not you know... a fish. Or something more interesting... like what's over there. With a sigh to himself, he clicks his heels, pivots in his stance and heads, with his bunny, to the bar.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow blinks a couple of times. "Oh.. That's right!" She looked at the five dollars bill. "It's not really fair? I mean I had the first drink last time I was here, and I generally only have the one."

Holding her fist out, "You should take this. Take it!"

She might be a witch, and she might be a mage, but she didn't speak via telepathy. So far she doesn't notice Sinister.

Lucifer has posed:
"No. It's really okay. Honestly I don't really charge for sodas since no one knows if the person drinking soda or water is a designated driver or something. If it makes you feel better..." Lucifer motions towards a glass jar full of bills. "You can put it in there and it'll be the bartender's tip." He smiles then.

<<Okay...why the bloody hell do you have a lagomorph?>> He sends in reply and then spots Sinister sitting at the bar. With the bunny. "We don't serve rabbit food here, Nathaniel, and you know that." He chimes outwardly while also serving the man a glass of cognac.

Sinister has posed:
"You do know that Jake keeps celery and carrot slices for those punters that choose the wings as bar food, right?" Sinister replies to Lucifer with an extremely large grin and chin lift. CHEESE. He strokes the bunny in his arms again, settling it on his knee. It whiffles its nose there, but remains quite calm and comfortable, despite all the things that ought to make a rabbit panic.

"Miss Rosenberg, it has been forever and a day. I do hope you're keeping well?" Letting the smile become considerably less cheesy, he inclines his head to the Host. "Thank you, Lucifer..." taking up the cognac, he sips it to whet the whistle.

<<I was going to put it in a box upstairs to be shipped to Germany, but there's a Witch in the Winds and she might vanish if I sneeze near her or she gets spooked. So. Diverted from Not-a-Bunny in a box.>>

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Taking the time to get rid of the crumples on her bill to put in the bartender's tip glass, she really can't remove her eyes from Natheniel.

"You really shouldn't bring a bunny in here. When they're spooked they can have a heart attack. There are too many people here."

Crumples are mostly gone, and Willow stick it into the glass (using, you guessed it.. the same crumples she got rid of right before!)

"Dr. Wessex, right? Giles has gone to England again." She smiles briefly. "You don't come over anymore."

Lucifer has posed:
"Right. So is that you ordering some hot wings with a side of...of course it is..." Lucifer puts that order into the computer, whether or not Sinister will eat such things is up to the man himself. If nothing else, he'll just give them away to someone. Say it's some sort of special promotion and they won.

Whatever works he guesses. "Seems like it's doing just fine...if it needs quick transport out of here, we'll have that covered." He assures the witch and then his ears perk at the name she drops. "Ah, right, I forgot you know Giles. Off to England eh? Shame. I was hoping to swing by the Magic Box and order some more supplies. Already need more dragon teeth, can you believe it?"

Sinister has posed:
"I was originally heading up to the penthouse, Miss Rosenberg. But I spotted you. Buns here is... exceptional. He'll be fine. I promise, no tragic bunny accidents to be had in the near future, on my mother's grave." He makes a 'scouts honour' gesture also. There's a tilt of the head to Lucifer and a wink sent to the man. "Thank you, darling." He inclines his head that way.

The failure to uncrumple is given one of those slightly pained looks of the neat-freak obsessive compulsive, but he manages to drag his eyes off of it.

"Oh, that's a crying shame, indeed. I..." pausing, he considers his words with a look to the Host "...ended up feeling a little like we kept being in the way of mister Giles accomplishing success with miss Thompson. Perpetually cookies and tea, it was a little like watching an unfortunate groundhog day. I've been meaning to come by, but every time I pop by the area, it seems to be someone else at the counter."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Of course I know him.." You can almost hear the word 'silly' tagged on. It's Willow, so she doesn't say it aloud to Lucifer. But she can't help giggling when she doesn't say it. "If you come down to the Magic Box on Saturday, I'll be there. I'll help you."

She frowns then. "I know that I've been absent during the week most of the time, but I'm always there on the weekends." Including Friday's.. Didn't she? Looking back over the time she couldn't pin down when she had worked - but she was certain!!

Lucifer has posed:
"Well. To be fair, we haven't had a chance to come around much ourselves. A lot of things have happened since the last time we went that direction. It's all mostly taken care of now, but it is a shame that Giles is gone. Still." Lucifer smiles in Willow's direction. "If you can help me with the things I need to order, that would be grand. I'll stop by...well tomorrow is Saturday. So. Tomorrow?" He asks this and then smiles.

Soon a platter of wings and celery and carrots are placed in front of Sinister.

Sinister has posed:
And so in true strange style, Sinister smiles to the barman and takes up a stick of celery and a carrot, dipping it in the ranch dressing. He also takes a wing and sets it before the rabbit, which takes it in the auspices of its front paws and starts a'nibbling. Surrealism now lives in Lux.

"Thank you, miss Rosenberg... dragon's teeth get questions in so many places, I know, I looked." Crunch! munchmunch, carrot stick next.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I'll come early to see if.. we.. ha.. " Willow was mesmerised by the rabbif. "They're vegans." Like her. She points her finger at if.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer blinks, watching the rabbit eat the chicken and then he glances to Willow who makes mention that they're vegans. A light cough and then he smiles to Willow. "Early to see...what? Miss Rosenberg. I was more making a comment that I'd come to the Magic Box tomorrow?" A glance over to Sinister then and he sort of makes an eye motion like, 'You really want people to see THAT??'

Sinister has posed:
Sinister catches the eye motion of doom, sighing softly. "It's only one. Hardly fair for him not to have at least -one-... alright, fine." With the crunching noises abated, he puts celery in front of the rabbit instead, which is sniffed several times, then reluctantly (it seems!) that too is gathered up to munch on. "Miss Rosenberg, this is a very special rabbit. An omnivorous one. It requires it for its very high metabolic rate." Although the lop-eared dutch doesn't look like it's anything all that special and is wearing a 'gift bow' for heaven's sake. "He only gets meat every so often. A treat. I swear." Although not on his mother's grave, this time.

"He's vegan like in Scott Pilgrim."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"No. Really they are.."

She listened to Dr. Wessex' explanation, and doesn't buy it. First she peers at Lucifer, then to Dr. Wessex, then back to Lucifer again. "Maybe I should go. I've got a paper due in mathematics.."

Well she does.. two weeks from now. Ahem.

"I'll make certain you can peruse the dragon's teeth tomorrow."

Lucifer has posed:
"A...a paper? In mathematics?" Lucifer blinks and then looks towards Sinister. "The hell kind of math they make people do here?" Though he shrugs and nods. "Was good seeing you, Willow. Do come again soon, yes?"

Sinister has posed:
"Most of them are. I would have to caution you to keep this confidential..." Sinister leans in and in a loud whisper informs "...this is not a rabbit. Not just a rabbit. But if I go into the details, we'll be here forever and if you have a paper due, you may wish not to get into debating and discussing for a hot minute or sixty odd, so..." he inclines his head to her instead.

"Be well miss Rosenberg. And thank you, again." He slides off his stool, taking the plate of wings and nibbles with one hand.