14320/New friendship birthed from old flames

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New friendship birthed from old flames
Date of Scene: 16 April 2022
Location: Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis: Lucifer cleans up after a Sping Break night of University lads screwing with stuff. Dracula comes to visit, as a...surprise.
Cast of Characters: Lucifer, Sinister, Dracula




Lucifer has posed:
It's the end of the night, and Lux has just closed its doors to the last patron. Now it's a matter of the staff cleaning up and tonight Lucifer is actually helping along. There may have been a couple of fights that started just before the bouncers and security were able to break them up. Spring Break is just that sort of time when all the high rolling Uni brats come out with their junk swinging. "This is the best and worst week of the year for me, I think. Kids coming in here with mommy and daddy's money who don't know how to act properly. I don't mind taking their money, of course, I just wish they were more behaved." He says this while continuing to clean up some broken glass from the floor. By hand. Cause even if it cuts him, he'll heal pretty quick.

Sinister has posed:
Sinister avoided that rush. The reason being, it's the sort of thing that tests his nerves and there WOULD have been college students with their IQ's devolved, doing chicken impressions in short order, had he been around. It gives him a headache and makes him none too pleasant to be around, all those loud and boorish thoughts. It was bad enough upstairs.

As the glass is swept up, it starts helpfully sweeping itself, a motion in the ocean of activity that bespeaks the more potent application of telekinesis afoot. "Perhaps I should have thought loudly at them? It seems they made a mess."

Dracula has posed:
Mist as dark as midnight's depths creeps in and around and through all the spaces, entering the club. It swirls lightly in places, slithering across the floor and following the shadows in order to reach a particularly shadowed spot. There it seems to coalesce, to gather like some living pool of darkness. There is a moment as it lingers thus, misty and intangible like just some piece of the night that's become detached, and then there is the slightest flicker.

And the mist becomes a man. Or at least, one who was once a man but who is no longer living, for they become none other than Vlad. It is in black that he is dressed, from the mid-calf boots to the dress slacks to the black patterned upon black long-sleeved button up shirt to the long woollen peacoat that falls from his shoulders. His black hair is ear length, layered and slightly curled, and his goatee and mustache are neatly trimmed as always. He makes the faintest gesture with the fingers of his right hand, and the pool of a spilled drink gathers itself up from where it lays upon the floor, swirling neatly into a sphere that rises to hover in the air.

Lucifer has posed:
"Might have made the night a bit more easier... but it's okay... the ones who did this likely won't miss an extra couple hundred dollars charged to their credit cards for punitive damages." Lucifer offers and then shifts to stand as Sinister cleans the glass with his mind. "Even if they do call and complain, I can simply pawn them off on my lawyer. Of which I do have one, actually." One almost has to when in the clubbing business. Mostly for just these sorts of moments.

As soon as he's standing up straight, however, he seems to go stiff. Catching that motion of shadow in his periphreal before it all comes together and out steps a familiar presence. Then there's a floating sphere of liquid in the air and Lucifer's gaze shifts to find Dracula, an eyebrow lifting. "...What the hell are you doing here?..."

Sinister has posed:
"Well, next time I end up with a splitting headache beginning, I'll make sure to send a compulsion to apologize immediately and clean up my own mess. Aren't lawyers handy? I have a slew of..."

THe growing of a presence tapers off whatever he wanted to say as he looks from spot to spot, the sense of impending mind having him seeking every which way. And then of course, at the moment where familiarity breeds contempt in the one, it brings surprise in the other, flicking the glass to the waste container with a backhand.

"Of all the things I thought you were going to say, Lucifer... that was -not- it."

Dracula has posed:
The sphere of liquid drifts and floats through the air for a lingering moment, and then Dracula makes a faint gesture of the fingers of his right hand. The sphere makes a quiet squelching sound and vanishes to somewhere. Where, exactly, might well be difficult to say, for it has rather been magicked away. His dark gaze turns towards Lucifer at the question asked, and he slightly inclines his head at first. Then he shifts his weight a touch before he bows in what might be considered courtly fashion.

"I have come to apologize," Vlad says in a tone that's deep and soft like velvet. There is a moment where he allows silence to reign, and then he faintly tilts his head to one side. "I understand if you have no wish to hear it, at this moment in time," he adds. He understands his presence may not be desired, may not be wanted. And should that prove to be the case, it would take only a thought to remove his presence.

Lucifer has posed:
"Apologize. I see." Lucifer offers this much while taking a few steps towards the direction of the piano, lighting up a cigarette and taking a slow inhale. "And what are we apologizing for, exactly? Disappearing without a trace? Leaving someone behind to suffer? Breaking a heart? All of the above?" He shrugs. "I don't think it really matters if I want to hear it or not. I suppose so long as you know you've come here and said your apologies and handed off your excuses, that's all you need. So you can spend the rest of your immortality feeling slightly less guilty for gutting someone who has to live with it."

Another drag off his cigarette is taken and then he scoffs lightly. "I don't even know what else to say. But there's my piece." And perhaps also his peace. "I think the worst of it all was that everything that kept us close was taken away in an instant and without warning. Your only bit of luck in all of it was that Sinister was there to pick up the pieces." He stops himself, because he has to. Rambling never gets a person anywhere. "You've come to speak your mind. So speak it."

Sinister has posed:
There are times in life when it is wise to speak up. There are also times when it is not. This, for Sinister, appears to be one of those times. With a widening of eyes and a brief loft of eyebrows, he finds AMAZINGLY interesting things to do behind the bar, doing a spot of mixology and hunting for the peanuts.

Dracula has posed:
"There is no making right the wrongs that I have committed, and this I am well aware of," Vlad says softly, one of his eyebrows slightly nudging upwards. He studies Lucifer with an unblinking intensity, and he faintly tilts his head a touch to one side. He is quiet as he listens to Lucifer, and he is in those moments utterly still. There is no breath that is drawn, there is no beating of his undead heart. He is simply entirely still.

There is only breath drawn when he wishes to speak. "It was not my intent to disappear. It was not the first time that we had our own comings and goings, Lucifer," Dracula says softly, feeling a need to point out such a thing. "I have no wish to hand you excuses nor to lessen any burden of guilt that rests upon my mind. I have come to apologize to you because you deserve to have an apology for the fact that I did end up leaving without a trace. That you were left behind to suffer. That I did wound you. These things were not done with intent yet they occurred all the same," he says, his dark eyes glittering like some ebon jewel lit from within. There is a glance cast towards Sinister, and he slightly inclines his head before turning his attention back to Lucifer. "I am grateful that Sinister was here for you, to help you in all of the ways that he has."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer closes his eyes for a moment, listening as Dracula speaks, and another hit off his cigarette is taken. He listens completely before taking a slow breath and flicks ashes into the ashtry atop the piano. "Admittedly, the blame is of course not all on you. I...know that I had a part in this all. The lack of time and attention I gave to you. Assuming that might have taken a part in you disappearing entirely." A mindful Lucifer says after contemplating a moment. "I am sorry for the part I played in all this." It doesn't mend the heart, however, but it does sort of push away the feelings of malice he's likely let grow in all this time until Dracula has come again. "And I...accept your apology." For what it's worth. "...and suppose the next question is...where do we go from here?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister sets three hi-ball glasses on the countertop, shaking whatever he concocted back there and pouring three drinks out from the large mixer. They're altogether orange. A spoon is reversed and he pours a very small amount of grenadine in each, so it looks like the orange is bleeding, then with wrist flicks, has them floating off to their destinations, taking one himself. They taste remarkably like orange popsicles, with a kick like a mule. Still nothing said, his eyes are travelling instead between the two men.

Dracula has posed:
Even though he needs it not, the Lord of the Vampires draws in a deep breath before slowing releasing it, and he gives a faint and single shake of his head. "There is, by far, more blame that rests upon myself than could ever rest upon you, in this situation. More time and attention granted to me would not have changed what happened. It would not have changed that I was drawn away in such a manner," he says, his brow slightly wrinkling. He offers no details. The wounds he'd caused to Lucifer are by far more important than the reasons why.

"I am not owed an apology, yet you have given one. I absolve you of any guilt you may feel, Lucifer. You are forgiven for any part you believe that you played in things," he says, smoothly bowing to Lucifer. Then he is quiet for a lingering moment, and he lifts one of his shoulders in but the most minute of shrugs. "There is no going back to what was. It can never be again. That chance is one I have squandered," he muses, a slight frown touching his lips. "And so we must go forward to find where the path we are on leads. Perhaps it will take us to friendship when the wounds have had enough time to fade," he adds, a thoughtful note to the words.

His gaze turns towards the drink that is directed towards him, and one of his eyebrows quirks up slightly with a touch of curiosity. Lifting his right hand, he deftly claims the drink once it is near, and then his gaze turns to Sinister before he inclines his head. "Thank you," he says softly, a grateful and respectful note to his voice.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods. "I believe that...in time...this path may lead us to friendship. I...do not thing we are right there just yet. Your presence has surprised me. I never thought I would see you again." There's a pause, he finishes the cigarette, mashing it out in the ashtray on top of the piano. The drink that comes towards him is plucked from the air, and drank down. Completely. In one go. The empty glass set on a coaster on top of the piano as well.

"After all... I still need someone to clean up the trash in this place...and I don't mean the broken glass and spilled whiskey."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister follows Lucifer's orange creamsicle with a half-pint irish car bomb. That's fifteen malt irish whiskey dropped in guiness, by the by. It's floated over also, absorbing all that was said in true Sinister fashion. Even that last, which leaves him looking altogether surprised again. The incline of the head was returned to Vlad as he sits on the air behind the bar and sips at his own drink.

Dracula has posed:
"Perhaps it will lead to friendship, given time," Dracula says in a soft tone. He doesn't expect it to be something that immediately happens. It will take time and effort. "I suspected that regardless of when I happened to show up that my presence would be a surprise to you," he comments, a ghost of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. He lifts the drink to take a sniff from it, and then he takes a sip from it. He lets the liquor roll over his tongue, savouring the flavour of it, and one of his eyebrows quirks up a touch further.

"I understand why you would think that I would not return, and I regret it having een the case," he says softly, inclining his head slightly towards Lucifer. There's a crimson flicker that passes through his dark eyes at the mention of the trash within the place, and he quirks a touch of a smile. "I would be more than happy to tend to any pigs that are ripe for the slaughter," he says softly, a dark tone laced through the words. "Are there any in particular that you would wish hunted this night?"