Owner	Pose
Sinister	Dating may be a pain, but it does force you out and about. Not only that, but it gives an excuse to go to places you might not otherwise go to, to dress up and basically rock a 'Vibe'. Nathaniel Essex arrived promptly an hour after the nightclub opened and got the best damn seat in the house. He sat here once before, with the lady of Club Mjolnir, as it affords a good damn view of the mead hall, the doors, the stage, the hammer itself and the comings and goings of all those that come within: In one of the far Faerin boats. Now, when he feels like rocking the goth look, Essex has it down to a Tee. The black satin taut vest, with ever such fine stitching and patterns in a darker black of scandinavian serpents, the metal frog-buttoned long coat with the oriental collar, silver rings, /perfect/ eye make-up and buckled boots. He even has black lipstick on, to go with the eye of horus style design kohled to his inner lid. Three earrings, the middle of which is a platinum pentagram (yes, that way up, in tribute)... And he waits. The mead he's ordered is the 'good' stuff, imported from Scandinavia and from a place MOST special. In mind, he sent the invite with a halloween image behind it. Waiting for the arrival of Hel's REAL master.
Lucifer	Ah, the subtle art of dating. Which means being invited out to places, and in this instance another nightclub. Not that Lucifer minds at all, he likes seeing how his competition is laid out. Not to mention, the rumors behind the one who owns this particular establishment pique his curiosity greatly. He actually comes in a driven car for a variety of reasons, but stepping out and into the limelight has it's treatments. He is, as always, dressed immaculately in a dark crimson three piece suit, with a black undershirt and vestment, crimson jacket and trousers, and black leather shoes. His hair is slicked back, a black handkerchief is tucked in his left breast pocket and as he enters the nightclub he takes a moment to appreciate the decor in all it's grandeur. Though it doesn't take him long to spot his date and he approaches the table, giving a soft clearing of his throat. "Is this seat taken?" Gesturing to the chair across from Nathaniel, himself.
Sinister	One can feel that approach like fire in the night, the heat that it represents in the mind. Sinister looks up and over at the dapper archangel as he arrives, the stunning ensemble that only needs the mephisto moustachio but will have to do without it. And lets face it, this particular nightclub is a rather niche market. Nathaniel smiles, a wicked affair as he rises lazily from his seat, bowing with a flourish over his rings and transforming the gesture to the seat opposite himself. "Of course not, it's reserved for a very important personage," straightening, he leans forward over the long-boat shaped table to kiss Lucifer french style on both cheeks and one cheekily to the edge of lips. "I took the liberty of ordering mead from the whiskey cask and some of the old horn..." which is just being brought over in ACTUAL mead horns, made from goat horn and brass, a stand allowing them to be rested upright. "How was your day? Have you eaten?"
Lucifer	"Oh? A very important person? Well then I shant stay in your way my dear..." Lucifer offers, returning those french kisses to cheeks and then giving a hum at the one placed on the edge of his lips. Of course he knows Nathaniel meant him, but joking about it is just something he finds clever. Once greetings are done, he'll take the seat across from Nathaniel as the man explains that he's already ordered drinks. "Ah, this is something I have been wanting to come by and try. I hear tell this is actually imported from Scandanavia, which means it's made from the old recipes. And served authentically as well. Lovely." Settling a bit then, he smiles and considers the questions. "My day was alright. Got everything done as needed to be, and spent the rest of it..." Waiting for tonight? "Counting the hours down I suppose. Picking out the perfect outfit..." A pause. "Eaten? No. Not in a little while anyway. Eying something on the menu?"
Sinister	"You," pointing, at the Devil, then at the seat, Sinister's grin manifests again, all teeth and dimples, raising the mead horn in a toast. It doesn't really clink, so much as thok when clicked against another. "I can safely say that I've proof-tasted it already when I visited here the first time. It was an interesting experience and I'm on the list for the good stuff, because of it --" he sips the honeybrew, smiles at the whiskey notes and the tang and takes a proper gulp of it. You don't really -sip- mead traditionally, after all. He sloe-eyes a look at Lucifer. "I might have to stay over tonight, if you'll have me. At any rate..." He gestures around the hall with the horn. "It's coming up on the bloody feast and they do do it right here. So, I thought perhaps you'd like to share a hock of boar, done right, with minted roast vegetables. They don't use forks. Only knives."
Lucifer	Lucifer takes up the other horn, thonks it against Sinister's own and then takes a decent swallow of the honeymead inside. Cause no, one does not just sip mead, it is drank by the horn-full over and over. Not that the alcohol will have any real affect on Lucifer, he's definitely engaged in the flavor washing over his tongue. That look he gains from Nathaniel grants a lifting of an eyebrow. "Oh, now, I don't know... I've been kind of enjoying having this nice big bed all to myself with no one to crawl in and cud--" He can't keep up the act though. "Yes. Please. Stay. Even if you don't have to, I want you to..." That said, when Nathaniel mentions the bloody feast he grins and gives a nod. "Oh that will be absolutely fantastic. And the thought of just...ripping into nicely cooked meat is... yes! I am here. For. That."
Sinister	Sinister's brow had BEGUN to inch up at the tease, right up until the buckle. "Alright. Tonight I will stay the whole night through," he says softly, the hint of a promise in his gaze. "I promise," and then vocalized, because occasionally it is necessary. "You never know though, if I play my cards right, there is a possibility of me being able to sample the old reserve here and I'm fairly certain that could get you drunk. Me drunk, also. I did not let on that I could feel what she was, but the proprietress here is definitely divine of some stripe. I'm suspecting old Norse godess of some ilk. I would love to try actual asgardian brew, I don't think I'll ever manage to persuade Thor to part with any, do you?" he laughs at that and nods to the barkeep who has been keeping an eye out over here. THe nod is reciprocated and a two-fingered whistle to the kitchen staff is executed with some hand gestures. "Did I tell you about that encounter by the by? Of my lengthy conversation about the mysteries of forensic anthropology and macabre subjects? Was quite interesting."
Lucifer	"Me drunk? There is nothing on this earth that can.." Then Lucifer stops and thinks on it a moment, especially as Nathaniel explains that the proprieter is of divine origins. "Ah. That would explain it. And actually, yes. So long as he had enough for himself - which he always does - I do not see Thor actually refusing to share in his ale. Especially if we make friends with him." This offered as he thinks on things a little more and then chuckles. "Seems I keep missing the supposed proprieter here. I really hope to meet her some time soon." This much more as he drinks down the rest of his horn in one go. "Mmn, can we smoke inside?" That question is asked and then he hears Nathaniel's next and after thinking on it, he shakes his head. "No, I think I missed out on hearing this story. This was a conversation had with the lady of this Nightclub?"
Sinister	Sinister nods to Lucifer in reply. "Yes, to both. Smoking and the proprietress," there is a look though, a querulous look at the possibility of -befriending- Thor. "I suppose that all depends on whether the Thunderer has read any of the files that the Avengers no doubt have a few on, regarding me. I'm slippery, but..." he shrugs lightly. It's possible. You never know. And as to the lady of the place, I did mention next time I would bring my friend..." coysmile "...which did not cause a deal-breaker to happen. Mind I do not think she knew who I was, but that's neither here nor there. A lot of people don't know who I am." He takes out his cigarettes, which today are in a lovely slender case etched with roses and sets it between them both, popping open the expensive offerings. This is right about the time when an entire haunch of wild boar is brought to the table, easily enough for three or four people and sizzling on the hock. Two kris-like knives are impaled in it and it is surrounded by perfectly minted root vegetabes; turnip, parsnip and potatos, primarily. The juices alone, smack of juniper, ground clove and sea-salt. The platter is set nearby to 'sweat' and with a bow, the waiter, who looks QUITE fine in his mead-hall get-up, strides off, all muscles and axes at the hip.
Lucifer	Lucifer just sort of 'looks' at Nathaniel a moment. Almost in a 'you expect the man to *read*' sort of fashion. "Actually I could just call on his brother, Loki. I've met him a time or two..and he's likely got a way to grab Asgardian Ale..." Thinking on this for a moment before he lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "Oh? Your friend, hmm? And praytell which friend were you referencing to her? I wonder if she even knows that I am here, doing the same as she. Running a Nightclub and otherwise living my best life..." He has to wonder this aloud while watching Sinister lay out his cigarette case, reaching to feel against the etching before popping it open. "Lovely case. Where did you acquire this one?" Before retrieving a cigarette and snapping a flame to light his own, offering that same flame to Nathaniel then. Just about this time, they bring out a boar on a spit, with kris knives and scents of wonder. Juniper and cloves mixing with the mint sauce used on the vegetables. Oh it's divine. "I almost couldn't eat it, I just want to breathe in that luxurious scent all night..." He offers and then smirks. "Oh this is going to be such a wonderful meal..."
Sinister	"Well, you would hope that the earth had rubbed off on him a little. Oh, I've met Loki. He came a'wandering when I was doing a spot of ahh..." Sinister looks a little embarassed here. "Time square had an open air concert. Lots of sweaty people bouncing around and shedding DNA everywhere. I cleaned up." Relaying that, he looks mildly disturbed by the imprecations of janitorial services, then shrugs, dismissing it as him having a moment. Fondly he smiles. "I found two interesting bloodlines out of that particular harvest and a lot of chaff. Anyway... that might be interesting to see him again, although I dare say it would be... enlightening." Leaning in to the flame, he murmurs around the butt "...Austria, court of the Hapsbergs. It was a gift from one of them. I forget whom. I treated a rather bad case of marrying your cousin and gave one of them a chin again, as I recall..." But then there's just the silence, the appreciation of the Feast. Sometimes, simplicity is all, no fancy parfaits or complicated pastries. Just fantastic roasts of very good meat. He sucks his lips, "...salivating. Do you want to do the honours?"
Lucifer	"Oh my. That must have been a very plentiful night for you." Is how Lucifer words it, with absolutely no judgement in his voice. Why would he judge? This is what Sinister does, and he does it well. "It would be enlightening to see Loki again you mean? Why is that?" Simple curiosity in his voice as he asks and then he tilts his head as Nathaniel explains the anamolies he found and that he fixed them. In his own way. "Sometimes I wonder if there's more good in you than people give you credit for." Words that could surely be twisted into a pot calling the kettle black moment. Then there's the feast, and just like Nathaniel, Lucifer finds himself almost chomping at the bit. Which is kind of weird, but when something so wonderful passes by, one cannot sometimes control the functions of the mortal shell. "If you wouldn't mind. You likely know more of anything traditional or ceremonious to this than I would."
Sinister	Sinister bows his head, hand spreading over his chest. In his own way, Sinister has filled his life, when he no longer needed to eat, or to sleep, to breathe even... with broadening his mind. He simply is -exceptionally- well read, for a mortal in a very wide variety of subjects without any advantage of such a thing as an eidetic memory, just a desire to expand knowledge. His horn is therefore raised to the Hammer that hangs at the bar and in fluent Norse says "~The flesh we feast upon, the blood we give to you, at the turning of the dark. To the new year, yet to come.~" and with the nearest knife, he slices haunch so that the pinkened juices, the cooked blood, flows out and saturates the platter beneath it, carving off a slice with ease and using the tip to flop it on one cruach bowl. A couple of the roasted vegetables are added so that they can soak the juices, then another piece is carved, another that is tender and bloody, another that is crunchy and shaved from the seasoned skin, presented to Lucifer with a firm nod. As he carves for himself, serving his 'guest' first, he shrugs his shoulder slightly. "I have come to realize that there's degrees of reality applied from celestials to mortals and I broadly fit into that spectrum. I have no idea if Loki will even see me as someone worth conversing with, on a second go around. THus, it will be interesting... mostly to see how far I can keep myself one step ahead and enlightening, as everything is a learning experience."
Lucifer	Watching and listening to Nathaniel is often times a very humbling thing. Especially when the man is able to work on traditions that Lucifer really knows nothing about. It's also somewhat a turn on to see the man just carve into the side of a boar and serve up meat and vegetables on a platter. Such a thing accepted when presented and then he watches Nathaniel serve himself. "Fascinating." Is the only word he offers while taking a slow drag off his cigarette. More mead is brought to the table at some point since - at least for Lucifer - his own horn has been drained. A look upon his waiting meal and yet he holds pause. A glance to other tables. "Are others being served such a feast tonight?" Then the topic changes to Loki. "Honestly I have little patience for the double talk he usually speaks... I actually haven't sought his company and wouldn't really entertain the idea aside..." Lucifer admits this. He then lets his cigarette float beside him so he can rip apart the slab of meat he was served, tempted to just devour the plate at this point.
Sinister	"There are others enjoying it. It's a little expensive and some of the more religious pagans enjoy it here, as far as I know. I think the rest of the boar is portioned off. This is just a haunch from the spit after all," a leg, with a little of the beautifully tender loin atop of it and with some crispy belly pork to enjoy for the next go around. "Maybe next year I'll see if they'll do a suckling boar piglet, instead so we can enjoy the lot," boar is a very, very good meat, as close to pork as venison is to beef, by sheer richness after all. There's at least one other table having a foreleg instead, sharing it between all the people dressed for the right kind of thing, with a few 'five point stars' in visible sight. "Fascinating?" it's echoed back though, because he does not assume. Setting his own cigarette to floating, Nathaniel does a criss-cross with the kris blade, to cut the meat into smaller portions and spears it on the end of his knife, eating it off the end with a delicate 'oops' of one fingertip as juices run, despite himself. "But for the sake of Asgardian mead and ale, you might entertain his inferrences and bald faced lying? Ahh, I see why he probably pisses you off."
Lucifer	"Ah, was just a comment on that little ritual you just performed. The way you sliced into that meat... it was fascinating." Among other things he won't comment because he's not gauche. "A whole piglet. That would be something indulgent indeed. For now, we feast on loin." And Lucifer hasn't forgotten the sense of Paganism in the room. All those five pointed stars in their proper placement. He certainly approves and then digs into his meal. Listening as Nathaniel comments further on Loki but then also realizes at the same time why Lucifer may not like the man, and is in fact, often pissed off by him. "Yes. If I can't befriend Thor first. I'd like to try and talk to Thor first if I'm completely honest." Meat. Veggies. Washed down by mead. A hit from his smoke taken. Certainly an indulgent night indeed.
Sinister	Sinister eats what he carved free, leaning over to carve more from the more choice cuts of the tender and the belly, to serve to his Lord, so to speak, a pair of each so every tender vittle can be indulged. "I need to invite you to a portuguese wedding, I feel. Suckling pigs all over the place at those, usually honey glazed and spit roasted," Sinister grins a little, chases his meal with the mead and settles back after an emptied bowl to pat his belly satisfied. His cigarette is reclaimed, as he gazes over the hall. "Anyway... when I came here last I pretended to be an anthropologist, rekindling the stories of the dead of the peat bogs, the story of this or that saxon or Jute that was pulled out of the marsh in juttland, a mystery indeed. And I have studied those skeletons, particularly the ones that survived against all the odds, back when there was considerably less wonderment n the world. The young man that survived trepanning, was able to live through having an axe or knife wound in his upper chest, several broken bones in an age where that was unkind and somehow ended up in a ditch, to be found when they were doing roadworks. Had all his teeth, no overbite, made it to about thirty. I got good DNA from his molars."
Lucifer	Lucifer glances between meat being carved and served, to the one doing the carving and serving, a brow lofting upwards. "I cannot help but notice you're giving me the better and best parts of the loin. Is this on purpose? You should have some of this for yourself. I'm sure the whole loin is superb, but this meat..." He gives a chef's kiss to it. "And the vegetables are excellent. Also, Any wedding is a good wedding. I've been to a couple of Irish ones. Not a portugese one however, that sounds intriguing.." Then he eats what he's been served, every last bit, before settling back himself. "I never thought I would actually have my fill of food..." Then he listens to the story that Nathaniel offers about when he posed as an anthropologist. Rekindling stories, especially about one in particular of a man who survived against all odds - quite literally. "Well now that is interesting indeed. Though I've heard of stories like that one. Of remains found in odd places with even more odd stories behind them once they excavated them for analyzing." He offers, drinking down more of his mead horn.
Sinister	"You're the closest to a god in this place, my darling. At the bloody feast, you serve the gods the best. Normally, what they want, they will take... and as that rarely ever happens..." Nathaniel winks "...but I've had some of the tenderest loins that ever were, feasted upon the belly cackling. I just served -you- first." He winks again, then gestures to the barkeep, to the haunch and then the crowd with the Kris. Another of those big and burly viking-dressed waiters comes by to hoist the feast and call to the crowd that has started to gather. "In honour of Samhain! Share in the bloody feast!" and brings it down to the mead tables around the Thing (that's literally what it's called) so everyone can enjoy what is left. After the gods and one immortal man, have indulged that ritual. A wench with an ornate jug comes by then, the smell of this particular brew very strong and rich, spiced in a fine manner. A single horn is poured for each man, before she plonges and walks off. She doesn't go to every table with that, seems that THIS is the old brew. Sinister inhales this one with his eyes closing, nostrils flared and with a euphoric expression turning him briefly entirely lacking in gawm. "Oh, that's good..." pause, restart! "The most interesting find in such random digs in England, was of what they think was a slave, in the south of england on the paths toward Londinium. For no reason at all, he'd been thonked on the back of the head and just thrown at the side of the road. No rhyme, no reason. Then there were what happens in Lye and flame. It warps and distorts bones, which is surreal. That was just fascinating really and a useful study for when I come across disasterous things. And by the by..." he waggles his cigarette at Lucifer. "I am -not- a good man. I just randomly do good acts."
Lucifer	Lucifer makes a face of understanding and then nods. "I see. Well. Thank you." Words offered as he watches Nathaniel gesture and a burly viking comes and takes what remains of their feast to put in the Thing so it can be shared. "Well now that pleases me as well. No food goes to waste, and everyone can eat..." Course his eyes are also on the burly viking for a hair time longer than he should probably be looking. Sorry Nathaniel, but you brought Lucifer to a den of tasty treats that doesn't stop at wild boar. When the wench comes and pours that new drink into their horns, Lucifer watches her for a moment as well before his attention moves to Nathaniel and the drinks themselves. "Oh, that does smell wonderful." But he doesn't indulge just yet, instead listening to more of what Nathaniel offers. "Ah, yes. Fire does do something quite wicked to bones, and if not hot enough, the bone will never ash. It's quite interesting." A smirk crosses his lips then as he takes a drag off his cigarette. "Okay. Fair. But you seem to be in the giving of good deeds mood a lot lately...is all I'm suggesting.."
Sinister	By the time Lucifer looks back, he has two grey eyes firmly fixed on him, amusement dancing in them as the mead hovers to his lips, cheek shaped just to the very hint of a smile as he observes. And when he's looked upon, he chuckles softly. "And it's really nice to watch him walk away, isn't it?" he leans to the side, an exaggeration to look around his lover, tilting his head sideways. "Nice set of guns, nice pair of buns. A good combination, I feel, don't you?" Lashflutter. "I figured you might like that though," even as he's hesitating, with the ahem... suggestion. "Some of the digs required very creative observation of the warped skeletons. And thus how some myths and legends are born out of simply odd occurances where some poor schmuck died in a fire that -just- got hot enough to blacken their bones and twist them into pretzels." He is quiet a moment, digesting literally and figuratively. "I blame you, you know. You make me want to be... useful." Helpful more like. "Anyway, kindness is relative. Proprietary knowledge remains mine, even if I succeed in helping some that need some kind of hope." There was a good deed mentioned somewhere in that, right? He raises the mead in toast. "Unless you want to hang around and watch though, after this... should we retire?"
Lucifer	Lucifer blinks and actually clears his throat in what could be considered a moment of embarrassment having been caught looking. Though as Nathaniel describes what is nice to watch walk away he gives a nod of his head. "Yes. A very nice combination indeed and wonderful to watch coming and going..and working." He offers this much before further comments are made on bones and how fires warp them. "Ah, yes. Creative observation indeed, and you at the top of it in some cases. Which means you must have the most interesting of data." Then he's being blamed for Nathaniel's cause to want to be...useful. This causes him to grin and lift his shoulders in a shrug. "What can I say? I'm a horrible influence." This offered before he lifts his own horn in a toasting fashion just before taking a few swallows. "Oh. My. This is...lovely." A thought. "I think retiring after finishing our drinks would be a good idea, yes..."
Sinister	From Sin, yet more laughter, the kind that joins in with a moment, rather than mocks or scorns. "Tasty treats, tasty treats! I think after I'd visited here, if I recall correctly, I came home and jumped you..." came home. It just slips out easy as if it was greased. Or you know, exceptionally well lubricated. "Maybe I should buff myself up to viking proportions and give you a little parade, hmm? They had dark vikings, they weren't all blond. The Franks for one, overall." Dismissive handwave. Not the time for anthropological observations! The data? aknowledged with a bow of the head, like the strings at the back of his neck were cut. And so he peeks up beneath his brows, rolling back into posture thereafter, keeping eyes fixed on Lucifer as he lifts the mead to his lips and drinks, drinks, drinks deep until the entire horn is gone. Appreciated, but gone. And he rises, silently, but with a hand in invite.
Lucifer	Came home. Lucifer won't even point that out and it's just a brief flash of pleasure hearing those words in the moment that they're offered. "I think I might remember that night..." He offers gently before listening to Nathaniel threat to build himself up and give a show. Oh how wonderous THAT would be. So long as Viking Sin pounced him after, it would be a glorious ending to the night. So the two of them drink their horns until drained of the incredible Old Brew that they contain. There's something about this particular drink, in that the taste of it is absolutely incredible. Once done, horn down, Lucifer watches as Nathaniel rises and offers a hand which Lucifer takes and rises from the table. "Shall I take us home the quick way then or shall we go by car?"
Sinister	"Depends on whether you want a long and interesting time in the backseat, as we navigate New York City or not, I suppose..." Nathaniel claims the hand, raises it to his lips, kisses the knuckles and holds lips pressed to the backs of fingers, watching the man they're attached to with the fierce intensity of Vampire Sin, but with all the warmth of a man who was willing to Burn. Then he pirrhouettes, spinning /into/ the clasp of hands, so that Lucifer's arm ends up behind Sin's back, the hand that held it tucked against his side, freed once there, so that he can then slide that arm across back and about waist. "Your chariot awaits, my Angel. Whether it be a thought, or a long, drawn out drive. The choice, my one, is yours."
Lucifer	Which makes it a hard choice indeed, for there are Things he wishes to do to the man in his arm, but also...a jaunt in chariot via car seems appealing as well. So, Lucifer shifts to guide Nathaniel towards the exit of the Nightclub and out the door giving signal to his driver to come back around. Once the car parks, Lucifer shifts enough to pull himself from Nathaniel's side in order to open the back door so that the man can climb in. It's not quite a full length limo, but it is an oversized car so the backseat does have it's space. Cognac at the ready as well, of course. "Scenic route it is then...for once..." He offers with a chuckle.
Sinister	There is no complaint, none whatsoever to the scenic route -- after all, it builds the anticipation, stokes the potential for excitement, for that short (ish) drive out of the center of New York city, to its overlooks. To Melville. The night has enough chill to steal the breath in little plumes, but not enough to make it shiverworthy, but it gives the night air a clarity that it often lacks in warmer times. He slides in, scoots to the far side and uncoils legs somewhat, turned in the seat so that his aspect is open toward Lucifer. "I don't think I've seen this car before, you don't break it out often. Was this for potential red-carpet events?" he asks, for reasons of being nervous as he reaches for drinks from the cabinet in the back. He side-eyes Lucifer, smiles as he pours whiskey for the other, holding out the glass with the potential for a casual carress of a finger to a finger in the exchange.
Lucifer	"Yes. Of which there have been a handful so this car came in handy. Tonight... I just had a feeling. That maybe being driven was better than driving myself. A good choice, I think." Lucifer offers after he slides in and settles next to Nathaniel. A little space between them and a mimicked gesture of turning sideways to be openly facing the other man. Watching as the whiskey gets poured, reaching for the glass and - indeed - letting fingers casually collide for a tender carress. Then the whiskey exchanges between his own hands so that his closer one can reach back, letting fingers brush against the other man's cheek. "Are you alright, my love? You seem...tense? Nervous?"
Sinister	Sinister's face turns to the hand, lips touching palm as the limousine moves through the streets. Neon lights paint the windows, streetlamps casting the interior into movie-worthy shadows and lights, painted across its occupants. Lines of orange and the shadow of white and green play like a kaleidoscope over his profile and sets it all to the sharp angles of aristocracy. "A little nervous, but truthfully, I'm more excited than anything else. This feels a lot like I have to get it right, this time. It's important to get it right," he explains, swirls his own drink and for dutch courage, because he -can- let it affect him if he wishes, he downs his cognac, setting the glass back in the on-board cabinet. He looks to Lucifer then, eyes travelling, memorizing as he so often does, he reaches to adjust the lay of the jacket, a brush of contact with the side as he fusses clothing, smooths the edge of collar and teases skin there, dusts imaginary lint off of one knee.
Lucifer	Lucifer watches the lights, how they come and go in all different colors, fade in and out with shadow, across Nathaniel's face. He has always been captivated by the brilliance that is Nathaniel's existance, and lucky to have the man in his life now. So when he speaks of excitement, but also the need to get it right, there's a curious tilt of head. "Well, you're doing good so far. Though I wonder what you need to get right this time?" Then the man downs his drink, while Lucifer sips his own, and is soon being touched, his clothes fussed with. Allowing it for the moment while he whispers, "Anxious to get them off, darling?" With a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.
Sinister	Sinister shakes his head oh-so-faint in response. "No," the reply is equally quiet. "Sometimes, the greatest expectation is in the possibility, not the execution. The anticipation of what -may- come, but what is not at this point in time, a guarantee. Even... when you are fairly certain that luck is a lady tonight," he smiles, looks from the work of hands to the face that sponsors these clothes to look so dapper and well ensembled. Those dark blue eyes become the focus of attention, holding greys or perhaps.... just perhaps... those greys hold the blues. He smiles again, the kind of smile that nobody else on earth, or outside of it, receives. So then he leans, the arch of his body blocking the light from the windows except in a halo about his head, to exclude the world for the duration of a kiss, turned outside to in across Lucifer with his far hand coming to rest in the shadows of that newly straightened jacket, palm pressed to the leather of the seat. It makes the whole of that intimate nook smell solely of his cologne, the spice of the meat they just ate, the aromatic linger of the cognac and the musky smell of age and knowledge beneath it all that tends to be the slightly old-leather smell of Nathaniel Essex.
Lucifer	"Oh. I see..." Comes a sort of breathless release of words on air in response to the things that Nathaniel says. Then, the man is upon him, blocking the windows, hiding them from the world. A kiss, caught and returned, and wihin that kiss is a breath inhaled through the nose that brings with it all the scents proffered. Arms shift to wrap around the form of Nathaniel, to hold him close and keep him there. Perhaps in a sort of captured moment, stealing time along with that kiss which - with a tilt of head - is deepened. Lips part to dance tongue against lover's lips and hands sneak within the jacket worn to draw tips along skin only blocked by the presence of shirt. A hand moves to press a button which causes darkened shades to cover all the back windows as well as the window that separates back seat from front. Then it returns, joins with the other, to continue to glide over shirt covered flesh. The kiss is broken, but only just. "You tempt me, my heart." Words brushed over lips before another kiss is sought with a passionate fire ignited quickly.
Sinister	And again, sometimes you must drink deep and surrender. The moment -becomes- the all, when you're making a memory that isn't going to fade quickly, will be there when you close your eyes to recollect it. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, makes it so much more important to set the first foot on the road the right way when there's been... how shall we say... a bit of a break. The heat of him, the warmth is palpable, radiating in the space between, intensifying by coming closer. Propped with the one hand, he holds himself steady though, brushing aside at the words of temptation, in order to follow the jaw, then down to the neck and side of throat, stubble against stubble, the tickle of flopped forth bangs against the cheek felt along with the scent of his hair, herbal with a hint of mint. A little product to keep it styled, it's so different from the rest, contributing to the overall in the shadow of the Limo's back seat now that the dark has been drawn down for privacy. "I think I may have to accept that, no?" just a tooth graze. "I am /your/ temptation, Morningstar."