16172/The Hunter and the Devil....oh and Nick too.

The Hunter and the Devil....oh and Nick too.
Date of Scene:	07 April 2024
Location:	Club Lux, Melville
Synopsis:	So. A Winchester walks into Lux....and doesn't actually shoot the place up for being filled with demons and a Devil. Lucky Lucifer.
Cast of Characters:	Lucifer, Dean Winchester, Phantasm (Drago), Sinister

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Lucifer has posed:
Another night, another round of the socialite of New York coming to drown their sorrows in alcohol, give their eyes a feast of cage dancers, and perhaps make absolute fools of themselves on the dance floor. Lucifer is, as he always seems to be when he's making a visit, in his little perch. A crook of space at the top of a spiral staircase, whiskey in hand and eyes scrutinizing the crowd.

He is, as always, dressed impecibly in a three piece suit. Tonight he's gone for a soot-gray color with a cream undershirt and matching handkerchief tucked in his left breast pocket. Eyes soon shift to the stage where Nick Drago has been performing - much to the delight of everyone - and his lips curl into a half smirk as he takes a sip of his whiskey.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester walks in and approves the decorum. Not bad for what, according to word on the hunter grape vine, was that it was a demon infested literal hellhole, but he didnt smell Sulphur and he didnt see any one being eaten mauled or clawed. Some of the dancers were particularly delicious. Dean gave the name James Dyne (with a Y common mistake) and sat at the bar. He looked around, enjoying the performance from the guy he met just the other day.

Small world.

He ordered a Whiskey sour, despite the temptation at the perversity of asking for a PBR in a high class place like this.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Lux has a bit of a reputation and one of which is providing some memorable entertainment. Add in the occasional performance of a popular musician who inexplicably canceled a world tour years ago and has yet to provide an explanation to it and-

Well. It does provide a bit of marketing.

As Nick is performing, he's very much channeling his stage persona tonight, providing a stark contrast to the conservatively dressed man from the pub the night before. His hair is no longer restrained and instead whisps around wildly. Eyes are darkened with eyeliner and his clothes...

Well. They are of a higher quality than before. Definitely not second hand and the cut is much closer leaving just a little left to guess about. The shirt he wears is sleeveless, betraying the well toned arms of a man who does a log of climbing and a scar upon the right forearm that hints to a story being behind it.

That is assuming the bright lights allow for the scar to be that visible that is. It's nearing the end of the encore and in a general sense of tradition, Nick has opted for a high energy number, allowing for what's left of the audience's energy levels to be burned away at the dance floor.

While the lyrics to 'Be You' aren't quite the works of Shakespeare, but what it lacks for in verboseness makes up for it in the ease in which the audience can sing along in the chorus parts.

Lucifer has posed:
The bartender is a demon. The waitstaff are demons. Maybe not the same demons the Winchester's are used to hunting - because they aren't harming any one since the one controlling them is the proprieter of this club. None the less. You're surrounded, Dean. Get used to it.

Lucifer enjoys the performance by Nick a little longer before shifting to set his now empty glass on the tray of a passing waitress and picks up another glass from a second one following behind. The motion is fluid, seamless, almost planned perhaps. There's a new face at the bar, rugged and as if it has seen some things. Saved some people. A single eyebrow lofts on Lucifer's face as he shifts his gaze to the bartender who serves up the Whiskey Sour and then catches his boss' eye.

A look. A question. Interesting.

One step. Another. And then Lucifer is at the bar, settling upon a stool with a seat between himself and the Winchester son. "Long night?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester doesnt have an evil detector. That sounded like a great idea and it almost got him mauled by a werebear. He shuddered at the memory taking a deep sip of his drink despite the awesomeness of the music. He looks Luci up and down and this time there is something...familiar...a resonance perhaps? He isnt sure but since Lucifer isnta ctively trying to kill him, he's enjoying the place, "Long life friend, but just scoping out the vibe. Its nice." Not satanic at all.

Oh the irony.

He extends his hand, "Jimmy Dyne, sounds like Dean but with a Y."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
By this time with enough repetition it's become obvious how the chorus goes. As enough audience members start singing along, Nick moves the microphone away from his lips to point them towards the audience, encouraging them to sing along. The background music dies back allowing for the voices to carry more.

Enough people in the audience who still have enough of their faculties, take him up on the offer.

'Be You.
Yeah things don't go to plan.
But.
Be You.
Don't be any other man.
Be You.
You're an original, that is true.
Be You. Be You.
Be You.

Be You.
Take back your voice.
Be You.
You've got that choice.
Be You.
Be You.'

Nick brings the microphone back to his lips, commanding the audience once more. "AGAIN!"

With a loud boom, the band moves back in full force, playing the final round of the music for the chorus as Nick joins back in for the close.

'Be You.
Yeah things don't go to plan.
But.
Be You.
Don't be any other man.
Be You.
You're an original, that is true.
Be You. Be You.
Be You.

Be You.
Take back your voice.
Be You.
You've got that choice.
Be You.
Be You.'

In a demonstration for how on spot the staff of the Lux is, with the final note, the lights fly up and cut off, signifying the end of the concert. There's a smattering of cheers from those still sober to do so while a few start to filter towards the bar to close out their tabs. Others make their way to tables to get themselves situated, needing to rest up before following suit.

Lucifer has posed:
"Ah. Now that I can relate to. Long life I mean." Lucifer responds to Dean, his lips pulled back in a smile. "Well, welcome to Lux - I'm glad you're liking the vibe. It differs every once in a while depending on who I have on stage, or if it's just the usual DJ. I'm lucky enough to know Nick and am able to book him for some nights when he's not off touring or trying to be a movie star." The Devil laughs at the idea and then takes another sip of his whiskey.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lucifer. Owner and proprieter of this very establishment. I have a feeling I know... well I maybe don't know -you- on a personal level, but I feel like I've heard about you, even read about you somewhere..." A pause, that smirk remains. "Can't put my finger on it. You also might just have one of those faces."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester blinks at the fact that this gentelman owns the club. He doesnt LOOK like a demon. He blinks a moment and considers before replying, "Well high end clubs always change a lot. Shaking it up is sharp and if Nick is performing here that's a positive sign." It is actually. He probably could have saved himself the trip once he saw hm performing....but the whiskey was good. "Your eye for Curvy Candy is definitely on the high end of the bell curve. I think that..." he spits out his whiskey (Fortunately not ON to Lucifer, "I'm sorry....did you just introduce yourself as Lucifer? As in Morningstar?" Was this a trick? Was Sam setting him up in retaliation for that birthday prank? "I...get...around....people say I look like a few actors, but I work in insurance...." The lie is pointless if he is delaling with THE actual, but he is assuming that he is wrong. He rarely ignores his instinct but he actually likes the club and would hate to go shooting it up randomly.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
With the concert concluded and persons filtering off of the dance floor, Nick ends up making his way to the club's equivalent of a green room. Granted, he could probably just go up to his hotel room. But maybe not while there are still people who could potentially follow him up there.

Nick may have relaxed his guard a little since his time hunkered down at the Trisk, but he hasn't relaxed it THAT much.

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer watches as his precious whiskey is given a spit-take by Dean once the man processes the introduction made by himself. He hefts a sigh and then waves a hand in the air as if dismissing such things. "And if I were to confirm that I do mean the very one and same? I am Lucifer Morningstar. You can believe it, or not, people do and they don't. It's sort of a mixed bag here." He offers, very casual in the conversation portion of that. Face of an actor, but he works in insurance?

Interesting.

"Anyway. Just a few things to note. We do have a working kitchen if you get peckish, pretty much anything you can fry in grease and put on a plate is on offer. The first drink is always free, and you do not have to order another if you don't wish, you'll still walk out of here with a free drink. Anything else ordered comes at cost, of course." He stands then, downing the rest of his whiskey before setting the glass on the bar which the bartender quickly snags to clean. "If there is anything I can do for you, please let me know. I have a high stake in people enjoying their time here."

Sinister has posed:
The elevator quietly dings. What steps forth is anything but quiet, though she says nothing when she arrives. Dressed head to toe in red and black, Miss Sinister arrives on the scene. A sheer black lace frock coat, the patterns in serpents and roses, is fastened at the waist by two red straps. Beneath, the curves are somehow confined in a red silk shirt that ... isn't hers. That's one of Lucifer's. That's HIS bright crimson armani shirt she's wearing!

With an under bosom waistcoat pushing everything up whilst not apparently showing anything it shouldn't. The two couple of buttons are undone, showing off a black velvet choker and below are legs that have been poured into black moleskin somehow. Make-up on point, smokey eye look and... the red diamond in her forehead.

There's a deep breath. There should probably have been a warning label attached to that manoever. "Dammit, I missed the end. Le sigh..." a whiskey and cocaine kind of voice that is. Off she glides, toward the bar.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester considers his next words carefully but the curiosity is real. Its extreme. "I think you likely recognize me from Wanted Posters....Name's Dean" he lowers his voice, "Winchester. I mean, I've met some folks that....are fearless, but...seriously...I believe you. Thats like...chutzpah. Like, impressive. No misdirection. No razzmatazz, I am impressed. More impressed than the club. So the rumors are true...er..." he looks around at staff, as he does he is defintiely drawn to the curvey delight scoping out the bar, "So....the other rumors about your staff are...?" He isnt reaching for his gun, but his finger gets itchy.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick is in the green room area removing makeup, trying to tame his hair, and changing clothes. LOSE A TURN.

Lucifer has posed:
The recognition that alights Lucifer's face when Dean actually admits to who he really is might be palpable. "It's merely the truth. Contrary to popular belief, I actually cannot tell a lie. Ever. Even white lies and truth bending put a bad taste in my mouth." He says this much and then looks the man over a moment before moving to settle in his seat once more. "Dean. I will answer your questions if you really wish me to. If you want to know the truth. But I would also ask that you understand, we have been here a long while. We do not make trouble. In fact, should trouble try and rear it's ugly head, I do my best to push it right back out the door. I'm not here to start anything, or to do anyone harm. I'm on an extended vacation from Hell, and I intend for it to stay that way." He pauses, another whiskey is served to him and then a hurricane glass with a pinky-purple liquid is also served, with a spear of fresh fruit and complete with an umbrella. Lucifer grins and then turns slightly. "Ah... my pride and joy...." He stands as Miss Sinister veers closer and then laughs. "Are you seriously wearing one of my shirts, love. Classic..."

His attention then turns back to Dean for a moment. "So. Take your pick. But if you choose to hear the truth, then you are also choosing to leave me and mine alone while within this place. Understood?"

Sinister has posed:
Sinister slides onto a barstool like she was well greased. "I couldn't find anything I wanted to wear, so I just grabbed what was nearest in the wardrobe. I just grabbed from the -wrong- wardrobe." She grins, 'mwahs' the air to the barman as the hurricane is served and delicately claims the straw with black painted nails. Gothika arrived and isn't leaving! "I missed the end of the set, regardless." Grey eyes sloe below lashes toward Dean and descend with exacting purpose from top to bottom and back up again.

An eyebrow is raised, a look is given to Lucifer and then, abruptly, she's smiling. Such things can be contagious. But then so is a cold.

"I just missed the speech too, didn't I." Is a statement of fact, not supposition.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester says, "You did." He nods ot the newcomer. Demon? Angel? Random human? He would never guess the actual truth in a zillion years.

He looks at Lucifer and says, "I mean, my world was rocked when I met vampires who werent eating people. So, I mean, hey, I am skeptical, but your honesty is disarming....metaphorically not literally of course. If I find out you guys are like...doing things I make no promises but simply for existing, Sam and I dont attack people. Thats not how we roll. That, and your club is kinda awesome." Its legit respect even if he is EXTREMELY uncomoftable. Being open minded is not impossible for him but its not his cruising speed."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Unlike a past time, Nick's ability to get out of stage makeup, get his hair tamed down, put on something with sleeves, ANNNND remove eye makeup is miraculous. It is amazing what a well seasoned performer can do appearance wise in such a short time.

Well, when one is not trapped in a time loop.

Either way, the turnaround is fast, and the change, reasonably effective. Nick manages to walk past a set of club goers where one had just twenty minutes earlier screamed about how much they loved Nick Drago. Not even a blink as the man strolls past. The lengthy hair had been secured, most of it hidden away under the collar of the shirt to give the illusion of a shorter style. Not perfect but combined with the power of .*Alky-hol*.-

It is super effective.

As he approaches the bar, Nick pauses to take note of who Lucifer's talking with.

"Dean?"

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer gives a slight nod to Dean, but he addresses Sinister first. "Rest of the night should prove itself a bit interesting, my dearest. I've just been giving the usual spill to our first time guest." He explains and then he turns his attention back to Dean.

"It takes all sorts in this world to keep it turning. But to answer you question. Yes. The staff here are demons in human form. Much like I am an angel in human form. They work, then they go back where they came from each night. Rinse and repeat. The dancers -are- human, so if you're eying them like candy, please continue to do so. No harm will ever come to you here, and the demons don't leave the premises. I do, on occassion, but normally it's for social settings. Like other performances of our dear Nick, or trying to help people in certain situations..."

Then there is a Nick arriving, fastly finished with changing from his stage dress to normal wear. When he questions Dean's appearance, a brow lifts. "Ah...you two know each other?"

Sinister has posed:
Something in the inner catalogue of potential nasties that she's been shuffled through, like a deck of rather worrisome playing cards, has Miss Sinister lofting her other brow up in mild surprise. Or it could just be because of what Lucifer's saying to the man that warrants the altogether human bodylanguage. But then, the best are very good at mimicry, aren't they?

"I see... well, interesting is relative, I suppose..." pause "...also relatives, sometimes." There's a sigh as she squirrels that away, smiling the contagious smile again and extending a hand, knuckles up but with the kind of positioning that suggests a shake and not a kiss, is in order. "Nathanielle," she introduces herself. "The so-called other half, other being the operative word I think."

Something makes her chuckle faintly under her breath.

"And you'd be Dean..." Winchester "...Oh my. Oh my my."

A look is slanted over her cheekbones to Lucifer and back, "...Castiel's friend."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester says, "Nathaniel? Another angel?" He knew Angel lore and that wasnt familiar to him, but he could ask Sam later. "And yes, Castiel and I are pals." They were family after all,s o that might explain why he seemed familiar to Lucifer. One renegade angel would likely know another. Even if Castiel wasnt full on outcast ...yet. He sipped his whiskey and nods, "Hey Nick. Very small world" he smiles, didnt see him for years and now? But given the nature of this place and McNally's its not THAT insane to meet him here."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick nods to the question, "Yeah. Met years ago." Factoring in the general tone of the conversation so far, he figures it's ok to give a bit more information than that. "Uh actually," He pauses, "that story I told you about the time I used Lucia's Light on a vampire attacking me?" He nods to Dean, "He's the guy who distracted him long enough for me to stake him."

There's a blink as Sinister mentions Castiel as being a friend. He looks to Dean curiously. "...Come to think of it I ran into him around the same period of time I ran into you....Hmm. But yeah, small world. Two nights in a row."

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer laughs. "Small world indeed. Does that give me more points in your favor if you know Castiel and I are on pretty good terms?" Asking this much as he sips his whiskey and looks between everyone. A DJ hits the stage to start dropping random songs out for people to listen and enjoy with their drinks and dancers. The dance floor itself still have bodies using it, and between both the upper and lower bars, it might just be a lucrative night for the Devil.

"Nathanielle is not another angel, no. Well... not technically anyway. Angel in my eyes, as it were..." Along with having angelic DNA spliced in her genetics, but that's another story entirely and not the point now right. Right. Lucifer doesn't continue either, perhaps to let Nathanielle build her own case. So his attention goes to Nick. "Another amazing performance, Nick. Payment will be remitted in the usual ways, of course."

Sinister has posed:
Sinister's grip is firm, not Road-house Sally firm, but definitely not as 'delicate' as she seems by looks alone. Possibly as high maintenance, but that's neither here nor there! The question did cause a giggle though. "Oh lordie, that would be amusing wouldn't it... no, no, not an angel. Except..." gesture to the devil "...what he said. I'm complicated and unusual and possibly helpful. If you're actually curious, I'll share."

Listening to the by-way between Nick and Dean, she nods faintly, putting things into her own mental timeline. The latest song gets her glancing at the DJ apparently in approval, given that it has enough of a presence that it drowns out extraneous eaves being dropped.

"I think the presence of Castiel might well be logical, one with the other. Now I'm remembering Constantine mentioning something, too." A pause "Aren't you... like... a better looking version of the Slayerettes? Your name /is/ familiar. It came up in conversation."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester says, "I'm just flesh and blood; no magicla powers outside of ritual. So I'd hardly call myself a slayer but Sam and I have racked up a pretty high body count. A friend of Castiel's is a friend of mine with the caveat that he's a good person so would call some of the assholes he works with friend that I call assholes.....but it sounds like he calls you actual friends whic is...not gonna lie, kinda surreal but I expect the unexpected these days." He cosnisres, "I am curious to know the truth to be honest." There is a whole zoo of things to guess from vampire to demon to ghost (none are right of course). He nods to Nick, "I do admit, the two nights in a row thing is weird....might wanna watch out for fates or who knows what....""

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick looks over to the club owner, smiling as the bartender sets a glass of dark liquid before him. He gives a nod of thanks to the barkeep before looking over to Lucifer. "Thanks. Always a pleasure."

Just not for free. Wade would not let him hear the end of it if he did that. Something something setting boundaries. Something...

To the comment comparing Dean's appearance to the slayers, Nick glances over to Nathanelle. Considering the form chosen to say that, it comes out much more differently than if it had been the other form saying it.

He opts to take a sip of the Guinness instead of opening up the possibility of being drawn into that particular conversation. Being that he knows the Slayers as well, that seems like a dangerous topic to speak on.

To the mention of Fates, Nick sets the glass down. "...I do have a tendency to end up in the wrong place at the right time a lot." He admits, "Although, I come here a lot so.. that might be more on you."

Lucifer has posed:
There are many things that Nick gets to enjoy free of charge here at the club. And the club pays him to perform. But Lucifer wouldn't have it any other way at this point considering all the things they've been through. So he just smiles at Nick and lifts his whiskey in toast to the man.

Topic remains on Nathanielle. Miss Sinister as she is for the night. He's not going to answer the question Dean put forth, asking for the truth behind the woman who is Lucifer's arm candy - whether male or female regardless. "Truth is a daring thing to ask for, but around us, you'll receive it."

He figured that this Winchester would live up to a different reputation that he's heard about. A silver case is pulled from his inner pocket and placed on the bar for anyone to be able to reach. Though he also pulls a cigarette holder from his other inner pocket, placing a cigarette on the end and lights it with a snap of finger before offering it to Miss Sinister.

Classy.

He then lights a cigarette for himself, sans a holder, and one will notice that the smoke doesn't really trail...anywhere. It simply...dissipates. And there is no scent of smoke around them.

Sinister has posed:
"Well, Castiel is a darling with a whole confused litany of things he doesn't quite understand about a world he really wants to be a part of. As to me..."

Sinister shrugs a little, glances to Nick a moment then takes the cigarette on its holder, looking for all the world like she should now be in a film noire. Even the posture assumes Femme Fatale, leaned just a little toward Lucifer as the devil remains proximal to, if not strictly behind the bar.

"I used to be a human being, about two hundred years ago or thereabouts. But rather like the fancifulness of imagination that was Jekyll and Hyde, I learned how to unlock the nature of what is inside. I believe some would call me a mutant, but I've been assured I don't quite smell right. I'm a self-made woman, or whatever I want to be at the time and prodigy of my time. They're still playing catch up to the things I mastered and discovered two centuries ago." She shrugs a shoulder with a grin. "Not a vampire, or even Frankenstein's beast." Maybe she's plucking things from the surface. "Nor am I a were, or a shapeshifter, although that's not strictly accurate. I think I technically am a combination of a whole lot of things you've dealt with mister Dean Winchester, plus some of this..." she indicates Lucifer with a nod "...in more recent times. And that..." toward Nick "...as well. And I'm mildly less egotistical than Tony Stark."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester blinks at that. Well. He did ask. "Sounds interesting" he sips his whiskey, and he did ask. He can't quite handle the truth but it helps that it comes in a visually interesting package and does what he does best which is readjust. He knows al kinds of weird things are out there, but meeting someone who was all of them at once was a new one. He orders a second whiskey, "And I did ask." He shrugs and then looks to Nick, "You might be right.

Lately, someone has taken an unhealthy interest, so maybe they're messing around with my destiny or something. Would be far from the weirdest thing I can imagine." He looks to Luci, "It is kinna cool you turned the whole lie thing around. Curious, when you said can't, is that a whole 'not gonna be defined by them' vibe or somehow literally unable to lie?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick smiles, lifting up his glass in kind, returning Lucifer's toast. Yes there is a general irony, but Nick is careful not to abuse what was given freely. He doesn't overdrink and he takes care to respect the room he uses at the hotel with a bit more respect than other patrons.

Well, barring visits of teleporting closet ninjas that is.

Seeing the shrug of Nathanielle shoulders, Nick chuckles. One perk of hanging out with mind readers is not really needing to find the right words. They already know. The extremely condensed story of how Sinister came to be Sinister does not get much reaction from Nick. He's gotten a variation of it before.

But the comment about Tony Stark's ego does get a bit of a laugh.

Thoughts of a certain trip to space to fix one of his mistakes comes to mind-

Oh there was the time he got his hand stuck in a giant chimera's stomach he had to fish out...

The smile that blossomed after the outburst ends up dying away as Dean discusses someone more or less trying to manipulate where he ends up. "I know that feeling" He comments. Taking the moment to take another sip of his drink .

Lucifer has posed:
Lucifer is asked something at the end of other questions being answered and so he looks to Dean for a moment before giving a soft chuckle. "Something dad...God as most call Him...thought would be rather comical. I cannot, ever, tell a lie. I can skirt details. That's about it. White lies make me feel sick, bending truths gives me a headache. And yet people will lie thru the whites of their teeth and tell others the Devil made them do it." He scoffs then before giving a shrug.

"Likely another reason why I live as luxurious a life as I do. I can't die. I can't be harmed with anything except a holy weapon. But all my work here is legitimate. I own all necessary licenses and permits, and I renew them regularly."

Sinister has posed:
"It isn't an objectionable possibility. Lately, we've all been fighting a heaped spoonful of fate masquerading as coincidence and trying very hard to convince us that it's not machination..." Sinister sips her hurricane, smokes her cigarette, lifting her chin to give a nice view of the long swan of her neck as her head turns. The wavey ink of hair falls like a waterfall in negative over the lace on her shoulder.

"Do you have a spare finger on what it might be, Dean... or are all your fingers on speed-dial, car keys and the safety of your gun?" Another sip as she asks this, eyes glittering as she watches steady.

A little chin-jerk toward Lucifer. "Again, he isn't lying. Well. Except for the holy weapon thing. But I'm not about to share the /other/ weaknesses..." -- wink.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester chuckles, oddly uncomfortable at the wordplay for reasons he is unsure aobut but unflappable as always,"That's messed up man. Especially whichever of em set you up as the father of lies." He sips his drink and then looks to Nick,"Dont we all? It makes me wanna find it and beat it with a baseball bat...whatever it is." Turning back to Sinsiter after he has some time to think and process her words, he answers, "Sounds like some genuine alpha grade hoodoo alright. And while Sammy is better at reseach than me, I know how to read. And I've found the page that lets us blow up, stab or kill the thing about a third of the time."

He suspects Lucifer has other weaknesses, but as a matter of courtesy, he doesnt consider it polite to rolodex metods of killing someone when you accept their hospitality.

Conciously.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
If Nick is aware of what the other weakness is. He's not voicing it. But considering the proximity of certain persons to each other, does he really need to? And does anyone want that to be said out loud?

Unfortunately a glass of beer can only work so long to stave off any unintentional commentary and the pint glass is getting low. When the bartender looks of his way, he gives a shake of the head.

While the glass of water is being prepped instead, he glances over to Dean as he comments about whoever set up the nickname.

"I could probably guess." Nick comments, "But could also be wrong. Limited exposure and all." He looks over to Sinister, thinking of a certain twin.

Lucifer has posed:
"I literally said it was dad's sense of humor. God did it. God made me this way. After I played pawn to everything he set forth..." Lucifer says this and then smirks. "But I suppose, in many ways, I played my part willingly. I've given the spiel before, so I won't bore the others with it. If you ever want to talk at length on subject matters that are me, Dean, we can at some other point in time." Is this Lucifer giving the Hunter an invitation back? Yes. Yes it is. So long as everything remains cordial, why would he not allow the man to come and enjoy a whiskey sour. Or whatever else he might fancy.

Lucifer might even add pie to the menu.

A moment later and he's on the other side of the bar, sidled close to Nathanielle's side, hand around her back to touch where he can. "You are not a weakness, my love, but harm coming to you is surely one. Don't ever let anyone convince you otherwise."

Sinister has posed:
Leaning back into the presence behind her, Sinister smiles wryly, looking up and over her shoulder with a good deal more throat exposed. If there was actual threat here, that would nearly be a dare. A single painted fingertip is brought up to touch the devil's jaw. "I tend to be allergic to harm, anyway and tend to over-react when it happens. It's a sadly knee-jerk reaction..." she chuckles faintly and leans back against Lucifer, looking a the end of her cigarette idly. It's blown on, sending the ash spiralling to nowhere and the cherry to flaring. The holder is set to lips again for a long pull.

"You know Dean, I'd be quite disppointed if you didn't know how to read. Literacy is -so- fundamental these days. But you know what I actually wish got taught? How to read a bloody ordinance survey map. So many people do /not/ know how to navigate without a bit of technology bleating directions. Sorry. Tangent." That last with a chuckle.

"Anyway... I am not very good at Psychometry, unless impressions are strong, but I'm diabolical," she chuckles with a glance to Luci over her shoulder "...at tracing a link to the source, if you need help." She taps her head. "Kill'm with my brain."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester is about to try to defend his intelligence, which is always a learning battle, and mention how he is excellent at reading and has read many fine illustrated manuscriptes about Captain Whizbang and their valiant struggle against the Pirates of Death; but it takes a turn and this is something he has in common with Sinister, "I know, right? You take away cell phones and people get lost. On a job, I keep my phone in a faraday cage unless we agree ahead of time. Off grid is off grid, Analog is your friend and the easiest way to stay invisible..."

He considers what Lucifer said about his...father. Dean has used Enochian and several monotheistic rituals to save his hyde. Hell, Castiel speaks with nothing but fondness of the big guy. Dean? Its clearly complicated. But some things are clear, "I might take you up on that." He was, at the least, curious.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick is quiet for a moment as they talk about avoiding the use of cellphones and apps. "...I prefer using a Nokia." He replies lowly. "But my work phone is a bit- more."

Yet another story from the chronicles of Wade n Drago.

The last of the beer is finished up and set down, hand shifting over to the glass of water.

Lucifer has posed:
Soon, Lucifer is crushing his finished cigarette within his hand until it is naught but ash and then nothing more than ... anything. As there seems to be nothing that falls from his hand afterwards. He looks over all those gathered and then takes a deep breath in - even though he doesn't need to breathe.

The staff can take care of shutting the place down. They've done it plenty of times before. He leans in to press his nose within the exposed neck of his lover a moment before standing straight once more. "Well. It was wonderful meeting you, Dean Winchester. As much as it is a bit odd for me to even think that... since I know this meeting could have gone many different directions. I am glad you've enjoyed yourself." There's a pause. "As for me. I think it is time I took my darling Nathanielle upstairs to treat her to a little private time..." He side eyes her. "If you wish to join me. You could, also, stay down here a bit longer but I think it is time for me to retire for the evening."

A final glance to Nick. "Nick. Pleasure as always. See you soon." Then he turns and begins to make his way towards the elevator going up.

Sinister has posed:
"Oh, no. Perfectly happy to be taken. Take me, dahhhling..." And no that didn't come out wrong, but it certainly didn't sound all that /right/ either. Let the mind wander where it will. Sinister slides off the barstool, holding a hand out rather delicately to the devil as she waves with the cigarette holder hand in a Hollywood glamour way and 'mwahs' the air.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do boys. That leaves a lot of wriggle room." Brows bob up and down at this, before she is sashaying her way to the elevator with a whiskey and smoke chuckle trailing her wake. Funny how SOME of that seems to be inside one's own skull, eh?

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester yawns and stretches, he slams down the rest of the whiskey and says, "Well, glad I didnt shoot up the place." Not because it would have resulted in his death but because it was a mistake to shoot people who werent causing problems. He might not be the most powerful person in the world, but he is among its most fearless. "Well Nick, you're welcome to come on the next job, but its a literal shit monster....if we randomly meet again, I'll definitely research the fate thing, otherwise, great concert, like the man said.' He finger guns and heads to the elevator. He looks for the down button and suspects that Sam lied about the parking garage as payback for eating the last twinkie.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick smiles to Lucifer as he makes his parting words. "Same here, Lucifer." He responds. There is no touch of irony to the voice or humor but it does seem like a genuine tone.

Sinister is definitely a master of getting into one's mind and in this time around all it took were some carefully chosen words and...

Well, that figure.

Being that Nick was still coming down from the rocker mindset, that ends up becoming a perfect storm to bring up a momentary visual of someone else entirely before Nick's eyes widen and thoughts slam shut. The face is likely not familiar for certain prying minds.

But perhaps the chin...

Bah, who remembers such things anyways?

The musician blinks as he glances to his water before Dean's voice draws him over to the hunter. The words get a look. "YES. I'm glad you didn't either." Nick replies, head tilting before the quasi invite is extended. "Oh... right. I need to give you my current number. I had to change mine... for rea-."

But before he can do such a thing, Dean's already leaving. "-sons."

On the bright side, Dean's heading in the direction Nick would need to be going. "Hey, wait up!"

It's a good thing the first drink is free.