Owner	Pose
Sinister	WHat kind of thing can an evening bring, when you are on top of the world? One must assume a good many things. Genteel company, fine dining, drinks, quiet moments, jacuzzis.... a good book and a fine wine. All of these things sound like precisely the sort of things that an evening on top of the world, can bring. So, it probably isn't all that common for a court shoe to drop out of the air and land on the grand piano keys. And then another one, landing in a plant pot. A pair lands on the couch, bounces off and scatter except that these have laces, so they simply form the most fashionable form of Bolus that there can be. A coat lands, finely turned, duckshell grey, slightly shiny, the kind that would look good at 20's night. It lands on a lampshade. And then, it's just raining shoes, shirts, underwear (a few pairs, one of them red and lacy) more coats, waistcoats and handbags. That there is a clutch, it skitters along to the fireplace, Gucci written on the front. And eventually, a shadowy eruption of smoke and a small nexus appears, to disgorge boots. Because they were going to happen too, as were the stilettos.
Lucifer	Yes. When one is on top of the world, and has been enjoying many a day and night of fun and extravagent actvities, things can be very nice indeed. Even when absent of the company that brought the fun time, the memories of what was and anticipation for next time is often enough to fill a mind for a bit. Along with the alcohol and book they are consuming. So when there's a thud on the piano, Lucifer is brought from his reverie of reading. "Okay..." Then another shoe drops, (ha!), and Lucifer sighs. "Maze...you're not being funny..." He says, and then there's no voice. No sign that anyone is there...and more shoes fall, a jacket, another jacket, underwear...a THONG!?...and more... "What in blazes is this..." Lucifer stands, ducking out the way of one thing, and then he sees the shadowy eruption and vortex, eyes narrowing. "Okay. I get it. Whoever you are..." A little paranoid Luci? "What's the meaning of this?"
Dracula	It's been an interesting sort of excursion, to be sure. Whatever Nathaniel chose from the shop -- it didn't just have shoes, as it tured out -- Vlad vanished to somewhere for him. Keeping it safe and sound for when they departed. And it was as though that mystical bag was being shaken out all across the penthouse in order to cause such a rain of various and assorted items to happen. How toying with Nathaniel's celestial high had ended up turning into fighting with police and then an expedition of liberating goods is a thing that has yet to be entirely pieced together. But that was roughly the lay of it. There's a flurry of whispering shadow tendrils that appears, swirling in a flutter. And there's the teleportation that occurs, to bring in both Vlad and Nathaniel. Hand in hand with one another, or perhaps Vlad might have an arm around Nathaniel. And there is a smile that tugs at the corners of his lips. "Did you enjoy yourself?" asks the elder vampire, a flicker of amusement coming to his voice to mingle with curiosity. "Did you choose a watch? They had a couple of pocketwatches that were pleasing."
Sinister	"I /did/. Look. It has ... oh buggerit, I picked up the wrong one. THis one has a confused dog on it, look..." the head of the dog being the second hand, looking around and around the clockface. "Oh! Oh, no, look I just grabbed them both. Do you want a novelty pocket watch?" Dog watch is proffered and at THIS point, roughly a minute or so after disgorging into the shoe, clothing, fun underwear and stiletto pocket dimension emptying, does Sinister realize where they are. "LUCIFER! LUCIFER! HI!" jazzhand, singular as he's arm around Dracula. "Vladimir's my wardrobe sugardaddy! Look at all the stuff we stole!" BEAM! "I am so high. Still. There was was... sirens and bloodshed and it was /magnificent/!"
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks as there is still a raining of items when suddenly a Dracula and Sinister appear, arm in arm as it were, and Vlad is asking the other man if he enjoyed himself. Well, it's nice that they're spending some time together. That actually makes Lucifer feel good. Though he does raise a brow when Sinister begins to speak. Talking about watches, and then seeming to dawn on where he is. "Is he now?" Lucifer asks, eyes shifting to try and catch Vlad's own for a moment whilst his tongue snakes out just enough to dampen his own lips. "I was hoping those sounds were just a truck back firing... so it was actual gunshots? Was anyone hurt?" He knows the two before him would be fine, but then there had been another present - though she likely escaped unharmed but terrified. When Sinister claims that he's high still, a look of concern passes across Lucifer's face. "Still? It's been a while though... I am... concerned... for what this high is doing to you. For you." With you. He thinks the last words, and glances back to Vlad. "Well we know how he is. How are you doing?"
Dracula	There's a chuckle from the bloodsucker, and then he tilts his head a touch to one side as he looks towards the revealed watch. His dark gaze turns to the watch, and one of his eyebrows quirks up slightly. "You did grab a great many things," Vlad comments with a touch of amusement to his voice. He lifts his free hand, bringing his fingers to lightly brush Nathaniel's as he claims the offered watch. "One could always do with a little bit of novelty in one's life," he comments, a smile quirking at the corners of his lips. Vlad chuckles softly at the greeting that Lucifer earns from Nathaniel. "We may have liberated a few items," he says, sounding a touch amused at that. His dark gaze turns to find and meet Lucifer's, and he lifts a hand to make a slight gesture. "There were gunshots. We were not harmed in the process. There might have been a police officer or two that were harmed, though," he says. There was definitely a police officer or two that were not only harmed but killed. "He will be fine, Lucifer. All blood passes and is assimilated to become a part of the person. Perhaps it will give him some benefit in a similar fashion as what yours and his does for me when I drink from either of you," he says, quirking a smile. "I am well. It has been an interesting evening," he adds. Then he glances towards Nathaniel. "You forgot to mention the mudmen."
Sinister	"Novelty! Yes! Yeeeeeeeeeeesss!" Although at being asked, Nathaniel flicks his free hand at his shoulders, making the cloak lift up of its own accord as he looks down on his bio-steel coated chest. He sniffs at that a couple of times, then moves his hand across his middle and pulls it back, to display his bare chest, like he were parting curtains. There are holes oozing black but not really bleeding and he holds his palm out to each one. One is rather obviously an exit wound and whatever was there went clear through him. Several bullets drop into his palm and he considers each. "I don't think I should be this blase, but this is quite a novel experience. Wake up body." Which seems to be all it takes for it to start regenerating. "I... yes. Still. Continuing? Maybe it's still processing. I think my body is attempting to incorporate, rather than attack, which is... is... it's interesting. I feel peculiar, boys. Like..." he frowns "...I can't stop myself. This might be a bad thing if I get a particular bee in my bonnet. I have been quite obsessive. Are you obsessive, Lucifer?" Noooooo, luci, obsessive? Nooooo.
Lucifer	Lucifer glances between the two of them and gives a smirk and a shake of his head. "And when the officers that were...taken care of...don't make it back to the station...what then? What has been done to ensure that more cops don't come poking about?" He asks because he cares, not only for himself and the two in the room with him, but he's not too keen on the idea of cops sniffing around Lux for explanations that just aren't there. Is Lucifer obsessive? No. Obviously not. Though shoes are being gathered and placed as their pairs in a nice little section of the room. Coats are being hung and left to hang in the air - as he determines there they might go. Underwear? He side eyes the other men. "Are you going to give us a sexy dress up night, Sinister? I would *love* to see you in a thong..." He grins, then moves to retreive his whiskey while clothing makes itself organized in the living room. No. Not obsessive. Not a bit.
Dracula	The watch that he slips from Nathaniel's fingers is admired for a moment, and then he slips it into a pocket of his vest. For safe keeping, and because that's where watches go. One of his eyebrows quirks up a touch at Nathaniel's revelation, and he takes a moment to look over the oozing holes before his gaze lifts to the fellow. "Being shot is an interesting experience. I recommend to not be shot with something that you might be sensitive to, however. The wounds are slightly... irritating," he comments, a flicker of amusement to his voice. One of his eyebrows quirks as he looks towards Nathaniel, and he chuckles softly. "Different blood can cause peculiarities. And they are oft not things that can be helped, in my experience. They are things that ought be embraced and taken advantage of whilst they last," he says, giving a small nod. His gaze turns towards Lucifer, and he lifts one of his shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "There may be... questions. One of them shot another of them, it was all quite... fascinating. There was the one that I drank. There is no footage. Nathaniel saw fit to eliminate it in a very effective manner. They may sniff around and poke at things, but they will not find anything of particular interest," he muses, a thoughtful tone to his voice. "I could always kill the rest of them if any of them prove to be lingering in nature," he adds, quirking a smile.
Sinister	No, not remotely obsessive. And not just here, the Archangel's dwelled on things for millenia. Of a sudden, Sinister becomes quiet, watching Vlad as if the man is the most fascinating thing that ever walked off the page of fiction and into fact, "I did miss the mud monsters. This is because I wasn't entirely sure if they were there or not. Some of my day has been spent excluding the shimmering awesomeness aura from the actual. I spent an hour just staring at a petunia, earlier on today and I am sure that no small annual flower deserves that much attention." He lets his expression go blank, then lets it become SUPER sly, almost adopting a smirk, but not quite. NEARLY there. He is channelling Lucifer after all. "I could parade everything that I have stolen here, for all and sundry if that was such a desire. I do occasionally enjoy dress-up. By the by..." he has to stand aside of everyone now, spreading both arms wide to encompass both Vampire lord and Lord of Hell. "You both are astonishingly beautiful in all ways that make that word significant. Awesome in that you both inspire awe. Fabulous, in that you create stories about yourself that will perpetuate into eternity and Terrific, in that you both inspire terror at the correct juncture. I am a humble postulant," and thus, he bows flambouyantly with a rolling of arm and bends over it all at the end, hair obscuring his face entirely.
Lucifer	"Look, I'm all for a bit of fun here and there myself, but this might be just a bit on the excessive side." Lucifer comments and then gives a smirk. "Bah, what am I saying...this is truly delightful." A consideration taken then. "If the cops come sniffing, at least I have an alibi, and...well if it was before the club was open, there are no other witnesses at least from Lux. I was here in the Penthouse." The items continue to remain in there hanging or uniformed positions and the Devil looks at his handiwork and nods. "Should I give you a closet here, Nathaniel, darling? I have plenty of space to use as needed." Offering this before he chuckles. "And yes...you should parade the items you have acquired. I think that would be rather enjoyable." What comes next has Lucifer raising a brow and then shaking his head. "Appreciate the sentiments. I never thought I would wonder what it would be like for someone else to act a little like myself. It is...inspiring. And insightful."
Dracula	There's a dark chuckle from the elder vampire that holds definite amusement to it. "The mud monsters were quite real, I assure you. Or at least, let it be said that they existed. They came together and shuffled and... well, there was the one that gnaws on the fire hydrant and I am not entirely sure why that happened," Vlad comments, one of his eyebrows quirking up slightly. Then he gives a faint shake of his head, dismissing the notion. "You were squishing things. It was amusing. I wanted to give you something to squish that would -squish-," he adds, giving a single nod as he confesses to his hand in the mischief. Then he makes a slight gesture of his right hand, summoning up a simple and colourful petunia flower to hover near to Nathaniel. "There ought be a display of the fashion that hath been nicked," he adds. He tilts his head a touch to one side, his gaze unblinkingly lingering on Nathaniel. There's a flicker of surprise to his dark eyes, and then he gives a small shake of his head. "I do not think that anyone has ever labelled me thus. Thank you," Vlad says softly, then bows with a flourish before straightening. "Though it would please me if you would permit yourself to see the reflection of those very things within yourself as well," Vlad says, respectfully inclining his head towards Sinister.
Sinister	Well. "VLad dahhhhling, that would work if you'd known more than a fraction about me, when first we met. I am too good at covering my tracks, to be truly Awesome, fabulous or terrific. Maybe the last I can manage, as that does tend to advance ahead of my schedule, but that's the -only- one I'm accepting." He sobers though, as is a necessity in the moment to replay what he said, to evaluate it and fail to get the run-away reins of his psyche as it's currently vocalizing itself. "Insightful, I would hope for in the best of times." He looks at both of them, then whisks himself off to the organized clothing, taking deep breaths as he does so. "I am sure there is judgement, but I must note one thing at this juncture: It is hard to be me sometimes. I have spend many years... nowhere near as long as some, I am quite aware... splitting my focus. Two centuries of practice with splitting my mind into many, many places. I apologise if I am a little more or less than myself, I am quite amazed some days, that I am not com/pletely/ off my rocker. I've been a million people, a thousand personalities and it's rare that one comes up that sucks me in, wholely. I apologize if I embarass at any point." But then he's up against Victoria's Secret, kind of attire and he holds it up in the air, turning it this way and that. Then he walks into it, melting at the point of contact and turns about, wearing a rather abdundant corset with a bodacious pair of assets, a sultry expression and lashes that go on until next week and more. Miss Sinister is 36, 24, 36, and all the sly that works on him, works five times better on her.
Lucifer	"Okay, a little judging my love, but only because I have been altered a bit for as long as I have been among the mortals. Sometimes...I tend to over care. And what I really want to do is just send whoever you nicked all these items from a nice annonymous donation so they are not without. This also tugs on my business owner heartstrings. I give my alcohol out willingly to some... if it is nicked, I would not be happy." He offers and then he shrugs. "But ask me if I am actually upset. The answer will be, I am not." Then he's watching Sinister with intent since the man approached the organized items before literally walking into one. It's a good thing Lucifer has a quick reflex because he drops the glass he's been holding but it 'lands' in the air hovering and not spilling a drop. Not only did Sinister walk into an outfit, he..she..walked into a whole new body. It's...well... "Oh my...I...yes. I do love that... Punish me Mistress indeed..."