14447/Out of this World

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Out of this World
Date of Scene: 19 June 2022
Location: Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis: Just a little perplexity and ponderance
Cast of Characters: Sinister, Lucifer




Sinister has posed:
The night is a quiet one. Probably though, because it hasn't really gotten started. The doors are open, but it's early and a small convention of businessmen from Metropolis are racking up an enormous bill by the dancer's podiums, likely to the amusement or at least the gratification of Louisa and Marrielle. Rewards for good performances though, no? Quite.

Sinister is here and has been most of the afternoon, on and off, in various faces... watching. He's here in his more common face at the moment, smoking in one of the lounge-booths and well into his third cognac.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer has been here, there and everywhere. Though never really 'here' in his domain, his club. Perhaps there are reasons, or maybe the Devil is just going about doing things that would seem mundane to most but are interesting to him. Whatever the case may be, he's finally decided to join the early crowd, giving an eye to the group from Metropolis. With a roll of his eyes, he shifts his gaze and - more importantly - his attention to the lounge-booth where Sinister smokes and drinks. "Early evening to you, my darling." This offered with a leaned in chaste kiss to the cheek proffered. "How are you?"

Sinister has posed:
Living a life less ordinary sometimes does require simplicity unfathomable to most.

"Mmmmmnnnn," a purrrrrrr sound of agreement, Lucifer's met with a lean into the kiss to the cheek and a sigh punctuates the response like a full stop. He frowns across the way at the men well into their cups. As long as hands do not roam where they're not permitted to go, this is just a good breadwinner for the girls after all. Let them at it. "I..." he starts, stops and frowns further, glancing sidelong at the devil, who appears to be entirely his regular sophistikat. "...am not entirely sure how to answer that. I think I'm fine. I will be fine. Just... oh, I don't know."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer raises a brow at that comment on how the geneticist is doing and then he turns to accept a whiskey from one of the servers before slipping into the booth to sit next to Sinister. "Walk me through it. Are the odd dreams we've been having lately bothering you? Or is it something else?" Asking this as he sips his whiskey, letting his gaze shift back over to the men and the eye candy they're paying attention to...and paying. Knowing that the second those men slip up...they'll be the next on a particular menu.

Sinister has posed:
"Mostly it's those dreams. I think there... might be a very potent dreamer somewhere in the vicinity of the eastern seaboard but I can't find whoever it is when they're awake. It's bizarre. And today it was just plaguing me particularly hard. So, rather pointlessly because you need -some- place to start, I've just been reading people the whole day long." Sinister replies, easing into his seat and opening his posture to be 'welcome' to Lucifer. He crosses his ankles beneath the table rather pointedly, as if the gesture dusts hands of that waste of time.

Lucifer has posed:
"Possibly. Can't really put my finger on it either... but admittedly I also haven't been trying to figure it out." Lucifer admits, settling against Sinister in a certain way. Perhaps a part of himself trying to keep distracted from the only other thing going on in his club at the moment aside from the usual evening drinkers who come in for a top up before going home. A moment of relaxation before diving into life outside the walls of Lux. "Plaguing you is a very interesting way to put it, considering what all we've been trudging through in this dream world we've been drawn into..."

Sinister has posed:
"Well, it's entertaining, but it is blastedly pernicious, isn't it? Time after time, when we contemplate eyelids, there we are again. Although you eating moths was amusing," Sinister's gaze falls upon the crowd, a very slight narrowing of his eyes follows, possibly as he scans each one for intent, then they're ignored once again as his cognac is lifted and sipped. "You do look rather fetching in armour though."

Lucifer has posed:
"Look, I had no idea I was going to eat a moth when I interacted with it... and then it just became this silly thing to do...not like it impacts anything in the grand scheme of the world." Lucifer defends himself a bit, but it's with a smile on his face. "You look stunning in armor as well...I think we make a great team, and it's an interesting world. Albeit infuriating at times..." Following the gaze to the men and their attentions, he narrows his eyes a bit. "...I kinda want to put a stop to their drooling oogling..."

Sinister has posed:
Sin looks sidelong, an amused expression haunting one side of his lips, fleetingly. "I look dashing in armour and I have a nice big sword. I can see that." He glances back at the crowd considers then shoots back his cognac, rising slowly. "The girls haven't signalled any distress yet and I think they've made a grand a pop during all this, but they're not far off an enormous sense of entitlement." He adjusts his cuffs, then simply smiles at the devil. "You take the lead and I'm sure they'll find many places they have to be, other than here in no time."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer shoots back the rest of his whiskey and then shifts to stand from the booth, a moment taken to straighten his own suit and tie before he gives The Grin. "Oh this will be such a lovely moment." Saying this as he pauses a hint of a second to let Sinister stand and join him before he makes his way towards that spiral staircase and descends to where the men have been enjoying their female company. "Gentlemen. I'm sure the ladies here have been enjoying your time - and your money - but I do believe it's time you allow them to get ready for the crowds we'll be getting in a little bit."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's hands simply tuck into the small of his back as he shadows, gaze upon the crowd and nothing at all said. But such suggestions, they seem to be so very sensible and entirely reasonable. After all, fun was had, entertainment was given, paid for in greenbacks and the price of a hangover later on -- But oh, to sense that wash of disappointment and irritation, that lustful afterbite that wants so very badly to hold on and acquire what it has no right to take! That lingers, too. But only long enough to be send packing by a very strong suggestion otherwise and by the more sober of the passle calling for their car to be brought around. "I'll be upstairs when you're done, my dear...I can promise that there's definitely a big sword."