15741/Ironing things out

Ironing things out
Date of Scene:	27 October 2023
Location:	Lucifer's Penthouse, Melville
Synopsis:	Some concern arises regarding Michael's influence in Lucifer's psyche. And then there's mixology.
Cast of Characters:	Sinister, Lucifer

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Sinister has posed:
It has been a few days, since the venture into the deep, dark recesses of Lucifer's mind. Even though it was not THE first time for Sinister to slipslide into the mindscape of the devil, it's the first time he'd delved whilst there and it's left a few questions and a few raw nerves that needed a couple of days to settle and the euphoria of some busy nights at the Club.

He in fact took himself out of there to let the party spirit flow, at least until the wee hours.

But now, a few days on: "...I think we need to critically examine your locked vault of disturbia, Lucifer. Mostly, because Michael was in there for a while, rooting around. Doubt is all it takes to gaslight memories, I'd like to at least try and make sure that they're true recollections."

Lucifer has posed:
"If it is all the same to you, my dear, I really don't want anyone galavanting around my mind for the moment. It's had enough in recent times..." And Lucifer is still trying to figure out just how in the Hell Michael got into his mind in the first place. It didn't make any sense to the Devil, especially since whether on Earth or in Hell, Michael didn't stand to gain or lose anything. No matter where Lucifer is.

In the moment, Lucifer sits on his throne, whiskey glass in hand which he swirls every so often and sips from the contents. Raven, the cat, has emerged from her hiding spot and is curled up on Lucifer's lap allowing him to slowly stroke-pet her one body length at a time.

Sinister has posed:
"I understand that, but we need to. At some point..." and because the devil did take up with a telepath who despite being a jackass a good deal of the time, is also a master Psychologist... "...if you begin to doubt the legitimacy of memory, you call into question other recollections and decision making. You fall victim to being gaslit and then, your entire reality comes into question. In that sort of a state, a mortal existence, even for an immortal, could be convincingly painted as a dream and that Hell is still where you're at. A walk through that door, a little jaunt and everything will be right again, back to torturing everyone in no time. And I a dream. And Nick a figment of your imagination, left alone to the devices of his actual lineage."

Bastard.

"She really seems to have settled in quite well, doesn't she?" Not that Genevieve has not, but the python is not exactly cuddly in the same warm and fuzzy way.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer nods his head. "At some point. Just not tonight, my love. And if things begin to feel wonky or out of sorts or I have any kind of doubt... I will let you know before it goes too deep." He says it - like in many ways that he says things - in the form of a promise without actually using the word. Since he knows that Nathaniel doesn't quite like promises being made verbatim. He's gotten better at it, but Lucifer still makes sure to not use the word too often when they are talking.

"I cannot lose you. Lose this. And in some ways that is a big fear of mine. That at some point I will lose it all. Everything that I've worked for, that we've worked for. That we accomplished..." He looks up and over at his lover and then smiles gently.

"Ah yes. She has settled in quite well. Apparently she's made herself a little home in one of the side rooms and comes out when she wants company. Which is all the same to us I think."

Sinister has posed:
"Definitely a pet that fits in with the vibe. I am waiting to awaken one morning to find her sitting on our faces though," Because one day, it WILL happen.

Nothing much is said to push the issue, but the look says that the matter is not over with, just shelved for now. The paranoia in Sin won't quite let it just be brushed aside, inspections of the integrity of memory WILL at some point, happen.

"Thank you. That I think is one of the silly things about fears, even with all of the reassurances and the common knowledge we have, they are fears. Rational doesn't come into play terrifically well. You and I are bonded. You could find me even in Death. Losing me, unless somehow I end up poofing in a cloud of illogic, is unlikely to happen."

Lucifer has posed:
"I think that may have been where it started.." Lucifer says this. Which is something he sometimes does. Says he doesn't want to speak on things and then suddenly speaks on them anyway. Maybe because something he says flips a switch and he's sudden;y ready to talk about it. Maybe because he knows that in the end, Nathaniel is his safety net. Someone who will surely pull him out of even the greatest of darkness.

"Michael saw a weakness and went for it. The asshole. You can flit around in my mind tomorrow night. At least this way I know of it, and we can put it all together. I don't want to be completely prepared otherwise things can stage themselves, but I want to know it's got a time frame so... I'm... prepared. Ish." Lucifer scowls a little and sighs. "That made a lot more sense in my head..."

He shifts his hand to scritch under Raven's chin who purrs, stretches, yawns and then hops down from Lucifer's lap and pads over to her nearby water bowl, taking a decent drink of it.

Sinister has posed:
"It's a good job I'm reasonably fluent in Luciferian -- by which you mean, you aren't ready now, but you will be, tonight you're too jangled and reluctant, tomorrow you will be prepared a bit, but won't have had enough time to psyche yourself up to close all the doors and squirrel potential problem areas behind them, because you believe you know where the problems may be. Except that you won't, because to you, they aren't currently problems, you just know that they're there."

Yes, well done Sin.

"You haven't been at this vulnerable thing for very long. No antibodies against asshat twins." Shrugging, Sinister snorts softly. "I'm so very glad I don't have any siblings. I had some cousins, but I haven't exactly kept an eye on them."

Lucifer has posed:
"I have a whole horde of siblings... I don't even care that most of them just downright hate me. It's the fact that Michael thinks he's MY judge and jury that pisses me off..." Lucifer says this with a huff, standing from his throne so he can walk into the kitchen. Now at the point where he needs to be busy doing something before he goes absolutely bat shit crazy.

"You are correct. That translates near perfectly. Now, tell me something you want to eat... or... snack on or... something... because I need to do something. Or beat something up maybe. I don't know." He thinks. "No...nothing violent...just..." He shakes his hands. "Busy!" A laugh then.

Sinister has posed:
"Not hungry my sweet, but I could be persuaded to try one of your mixology creations, with pizzazz and panache thrown in for good measure, because they're every so spicy." Sinister calls, watching the irritability vent itself. He knows he's not the cause or the source, but staying out of its direct path is a good thing for the nonce. "Afterwards if you feel inclined, we can spar unarmed, with the idea simply to score touch-points. I could use the practice in strict hand to hand."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer tilts his head when Nathaniel asks for something that is more of his mixology concoctions. He seems to think on this before - with a wave of his hand - items from his bar downstairs appear on the counter in the kitchen. He looks over the options that he's brought up and then selects this liquor and that mixer, a pinch of this, a splash of that. He's not really sure what he's going to come up with BUT he has learned to make something a little more on the sweet side, that doesn't taste of alcohol and also doesn't have a wallop of any sort of ooooh or eeeees within it.

What is then shaken up and poured into a hurricane glass with ice is a purple mixture, actually more a shade of lavender perhaps. A curly straw, a little umbrella and a spear of pineapple and strawberry is then presented to Nathaniel. "I present...a purple orchid..."

Sinister has posed:
"You just invented a thing. Huzzah. I was watching the entire time, but I'm pretty sure I still don't know the ratio, there." Sin lifts the glass, eyes the colour. "Good hue," a sniff, "smells pleasant, not too fruity, not too boozy." And a sip is taken.

In a show, he uses the sip like a mouthwash, rinse on the left, the right, sucks air through his teeth and swallows.

A suitable dramatic pause with much slow blinking later. "I think that could be a thing unique to the bar. Try it. It's actually pleasantly... tangy."

Lucifer has posed:
"It's a bit of gin and vodka, splash of vermouth with a dousing of blue curaco and grenadine to give it that purple coloring... sweet and sour mix but also a tiiiny bit of orange and pineapple juice. Which I suppose is where the tang comes in..." Lucifer explains this while shifting forward to reach Nathaniel and then reaches for the glass to take a sip. He does the same sort of swirling around his mouth before swallowing and sucking breath in. "Mmn...I do quite like that...let me see if I can get some actual measurements down and we can run it as a special over the weekend..."

Then Lucifer thinks about it some more. "I also need to make a couple of spooky specials for Tuesday... it may still be slow... but it's also Halloween... people will drink more if the drinks are cheaper..." He chuckles then.

Sinister has posed:
"Indeed, there's a whole lot to be said for theme. Are we going to decorate the club?" It has to be asked, because it should be done, silly webbing spray and all. And more expensive house of spooky decor. "I can think of a couple off the top of my head -- a Frankenstein, which would be a green apple daquiri with a drizzle of grenadine for a blood trail. Get the staff to put fruit on a spike to make it resemble bolts and you have a winner. Brain haemorrhages - that takes a bit of skill, as you have to pour baileys into chocolate bols liquor, over a spoon to make the brain cloud and then again, drizzle grenadine very carefully to make a blood pool. Dracula's tipple, which is just a blood mary... and whatever Lucifer's libation would be."

Grinning, Sin nods. "I think that it could do with a tiny bit of lime in there, along with the orange and pineapple juice, just for a little more tang."

Lucifer has posed:
"Of course we're going to decorate the club...what kind of question is that?" Lucifer asks and then gives a little grin. "Mmn, I do like some of those ideas... but I also want a drink that can use dry ice... I'm a fan of the smokey affect that gives.." That much more said as he thinks on it. "But those others are doable... even if their names are kinda gimmicky. Though... how -would- you make a Lucifer's Liberation?" Looking over to Nathaniel then even as he's back in the kitchen to do some proper measuring for the purple orchid.

"Oh...maybe..." One ounce gin, one ounce vodka, splash of vermouth, half ounce of sweet sour mix, orange, and pineaple juice. Shake. Pour. Dry ice into the glass so it smokes, squeeze of lime over the top and then the lime rubbed around the rim of the glass. "Here. Try it now?"

Sinister has posed:
"Well, you can also use black currant cordial and make the Purple Orchid into a Black Orchid, which is far more spooky. As to the Lucifer's Liberation, I'd use fireball and probably sprite or something as a mixer, lemon and lime mix and a dash of cayenne, for added kick."

Which might be interesting.

"But I am not the mixologist in this relationship. Also, halloween thrives on gimmick, when it comes to the public. If you want a soiree where there's more tact and taste, we should host a -private- party."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer taps his chin a moment and then reaches into the ethereal so that he can pull back the new choices. Mix, mix, mix. Purple orchid becomes black orchid - all the same except he traded one thing for the black currant syrup and that's shaken, iced and served. While that's being taste tested, he looks at the fireball, sprite, and citrus offerings, giving a bit of a think on them.

Lemon and lime juice mixed so it's a half ounce into a shot glass, half ounce of fireball and the shot is topped off with sprite. A dash of cayenne on the top and then the shot is presented. "Lucifer's Liberation is a shot. For now... unless you think it needs more...spreading out?"

Sinister has posed:
"Make more money off of shots than cocktails, so... lets keep it a shot." Sinister taste tests both offerings with the same 'mouth wash' treatment. The end result is: "Just a little more sprite topper on the L.L. and you've got it, I think."

He eases back on the kitchen barstool, toying with the base of the Black Orchid. "I think I sit corrected; the black orchid should be a bar thing. Try it. The black currant makes all the difference."