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Sinister	'Tis the season for the pre-party, the christmas party, the incredibly holiday themed bachelorette party and the general season to indulge where the heat is on as it's cold outside. Lately, with the snow sliding in from Atlantic coastline winters, the illustrious Host of Lux hasn't really been seen much. Sure, the parties still occurred, the whose who and the up and coming still rubbed elbows, but there's something /less/ when the sparkle and pizzazz of a consumate social butterfly isn't there to make life just a little more /interesting/. Not so tonight. Whilst not a gala, rumour has it that the Sultan of Sin, the host with the most and the tall dark and handsome proprietor of Lux is back in black and home from overseas jaunts. You could cut the atmosphere of excitement at the possibilities with a knife. Oh and there's other people of note here, tucked away in a booth seat that has a perfect view of /almost/ every angle of Lux. Sinister is nursing a dry martini with its kalamato olive on a stick, observing legs, lies and lasciviousness in the lexicon of life at Lux.
Dracula	A tall figure enters the Lux, laden with an expensive suit, and a black silk overcoat that looks more like a hoodless cloak. His shoulder length hair catches a bit in the breeze as he steps inside, taking in the view of the club, and finding it to his liking he continues further in towards the bar.
Lucifer	The buzz inside Lux drives up Lucifer's excitement as well. Ready to mingle and let his hair down a little - literally and figuratively - the elevator that leads up to his penthouse opens and out steps the man immaculately dressed in dark blue with a red handkerchief tucked in his left breast pocket. He's already got a whiskey in hand when he comes in from the shadows, a few people who spot him practically clawing at the bit to get a hello, how are you to him. Those blue eyes scan the room as he takes place at his perch and looks around. Quiet, for the time being, just looming, perhaps even hunting for a target to prowl for.
Sinister	Sinister's dirty martini is brought to lips for a steady sip, the barest miniscule. The ding of the elevator and arrival of the Morningstar has his lips ticking just a little up, eyes sliding past though, to an unfamiliar sight. When one wishes to make an impression, standing out in a crowd is one way of doing it. Dracula is speculated upon from the top to the bottom and back up; for his part he appears human at the moment, with blue-grey eyes and a pale, but still present skin tone, hair left loose to hang aaaaabsolutely straight where he lurks in leathers. And then, attention is back upon the devil, to watch ... or perhaps feel... the way the expectations hang.
Dracula	Dracula seats himself at the bar now, raising a hand until the bartender turns their attention to him, "Rum. Neat." Few would expect Dracula to drink rum but there it is. It's not a wine night, if wine is even served here that is. He looks around now, drink in hand, noting Lucifer, but his eyes do not settle upon the man, and that is what Dracula percieves him to be, merely a man. Lucifer's whereabouts are not known even to the King of Vampires. Not actively trying to see anyone's aura, he as such passes over him, Sinister, and all the rest. For now this is just a casual night of leisure.
Lucifer	After a moment of spectating, Lucifer lifts his glass to his lips for a sip of that golden liquid within. Alchohol doesn't affect him - normally - so he's always content to drink glass after glass. Satisfied with the night's menu, he turns and heads for the bar itself. Slipping behind it and over just in time to hear Dracula's request. In his expertise - because let's face it this is Lucifer's bar so of COURSE he can tend it - he flips a glass up and over onto the bar top. A bottle of mid-shelf rum is grabbed and poured nicely into the glass - a good two fingers worth. "First drinks are always on the house, and then you can either pay by the glass or open a tab. Your choice." His usual spill offered as he serves rum to the King of Vampires. "How goes the night?"
Sinister	Sinister stirs the martini again, the oh-so-slight smile growing slightly as he watches. "It's been -far- too long," commented to himself, he straightens up, finishes the drink and with a lazy spread of fingers seizes it by the wide brim, to saunter to the bar. As he goes, each face he passes is remarked upon, a glance given with a peculiarly penetrating regard of cool eyes, only to slide ultimately onto the seat at the end of the bar. He doesn't ask for a drink, merely waits.
Dracula	Dracula gives Lucifer a nod, "My thanks." He takes a sip now at last, savoring the sweet taste, "A tab will suffice." He slowly twirls the glass, "A fine club, I haven't been here before, but it lives up to its' name. It is indeed a bright place."
Lucifer	"Of course. What name shall we save that tab under?" Lucifer asks this and then side eyes to catch Nathaniel walking up to the bar. His lips give a twitch upwards to form a smirk and then his attention goes back to Dracula. Eyes narrowing a moment as he begins to pour things into a shaker to make a dry and dirty martini. This is then walked over and Nathaniel's glass is refilled, and topped off with another speared olive without a word. "You're dressed rather smartly for a night out at a bar, my friend. Did you come by word of mouth or just stumble upon us?" Looking to Dracula as he talks. Does he know who is sitting there? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Time shall tell.
Sinister	Sinister tugs one of his forelocks in thanks as the second martini is set beside, now with duelling dirties. Twice the filth, what's not to like. Stirring both the olives in the liquid for a short while, one is summarily eaten as he looks along the bar to Dracula. It is not a stare, there's a quality to staring that feels obvious, but it is a steady gaze. Attention diverts only occasionally, to glance at Lucifer whilst he tends the bar.
Dracula	Dracula replies, "You can put the tab under Dmitri Kiev." His light Slavic accent would not make such a name out of place, "And I make it a point to visit one of the more upper class clubs in every city I stay at. The Lux's name in and of itself drew me. Excquisite advertising I must say." He takes another sip.
Lucifer	"Yes well. Hellfire was already taken, and Sin Dens are reserved for Vegas. So I suppose Lux - short for Luxury - was the better end of that stick." Lucifer quips with a grin. "Dmitri. Alright. When you're ready to settle the tab, just let staff know it was set up by the owner." Which would be him, likely an obvious thing since he's tending bar in a suit. Another glance is given to Nathaniel and he smiles even wider. "And how goes your night, Doctor Essex?" Formality? Likely just because he's feeling coy and dubious.
Sinister	Dmitri Kiev, eh? A name, like any other and it is not as if Sinister is unfamiliar with aliases. An ash tray is harnessed and drawn close by the now-empty cocktail stick as the man idly prepares to light up. Anti-smoking laws seem to not apply everywhere, it seems. "Ohh, very well, Lucifer. I could almost label the night as excellent -- it's always good to end a day of results with searching for results of a different kind," Well educated an very obviously english is that voice, pitched to a mid baritone. "Now, see, I was under the impression there were different reasons for the naming of this bar, which goes to show it has merit as a name, just because it causes lively thought."
Dracula	Dracula raises a brow when he hears the name Lucifer, and then replies to Lucifer's explanation for the name of the club, "Luxury? Lux translates to light in Latin." He takes another sip of his rum, "Your name is Lucifer? One might think that you named the club after yourself." He grins, although he doesn't suspect that Lucifer is in fact the devil as of yet, "Quite eccentric. Were your parents Greco-Roman pagans by chance?"
Lucifer	Lucifer grins. It's that grin Nathaniel is all too familiar with. That wide brim of lips edged with a sort of pride. "Perhaps I did, in fact, name it after myself. I was always told I was the most beautiful and brightest of all my brothers." He offers this, shrugs, and skirts around the question of lineage by way of bloodlines. A flicker, barely, in his eyes of hellfire - there and gone again. "Could only wish that Paganism ran in my family..."
Sinister	Sinister outright laughs at the question, deep and rich. "Ohhh, my..." is singsonged as he considers the liquors on display behind the bar, tasteful as they are. "Goldschlager, peppermint schnapps and half-and-half, over ice in a tall glass. Yes, that sounds like a good choice..." he muses to himself. The dirty martini is shot back and he moves down the bar a little to be closer, still giving a seat between himself and the lord of Vampires. "I imagine your family had quite an /association/ with pagans of the greco or the roman ilk, given the facts," he observes to Lucifer. "Would you mind making me a Chris Kringle?" -- which would be the aforementioned goldschlager, schnapps, half-n-half affair.
Dracula	Dracula smiles lightly, "Indeed? My parents were strict Greek Orthodox, as is status quo in Eastern Europe. But I've always had an interest in old religions. Christianity always seemed... full of plot holes. Trite even. Watered down gnosticism to a degree. Certainly lazy, but either way I no longer associate with the church."
Lucifer	Lucifer side eyes Nathaniel a moment as the man downs his drink, picks out others and then slides a bit closer towards where Dmitri is sitting. A quirk of a brow goes up as his attention goes back to the Vampire King and he speaks as he grabs the needed items for a Chris Kringle. "That's because it is. Full of plot holes. And ran by one of the most egotistical, jealous, asshats of all." This as he mixes. "Association is a mild word for it. The Romans likely had it right if it weren't for that supposed three day later story." A shake, a glass and the drink is poured and served. "Note how he doesn't strike me down because he knows I'm right."
Sinister	"Could also argue that the infinite pride angle and the logical fallacy of being omniscient and therefore also infallable, would mean if he struck you down Lucifer, his original policy would be null. Eternal doesn't count if you get struck down..." Sinister murmurs as he sets his cigarette case down, selects one and notably leaves it open on the bar top. He lights it lazily with a match, struck somehow invisibly. "But the religion aspect of it was entirely the fabrication of the skirt and convert policies; you can't exactly whitewash everyone else, if you don't show how very like them you already are." Looking up at the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling of the tastefully christmassy edged Lux floor. "Because we totally do have mistletoe associated with the death and ressurection of a jewish prophet two thousand years ago, where mistletoe doesn't grow. We'll even have a cockamammy reason why we can prove that so you lovely norsemen will stop stabbing our missionaries and monks."
Dracula	Dracula grins at both Lucifer and Sinister now, "Well read both of you." It doesn't escape him that Sinister spoke to Lucifer in terms of being, perhaps, offensive to God, "I've been excommunicated and I am still standing. Clearly "god", or whatever his real name is, has a higher tolerance for offense than the common rabble believes. Either that or he's long left us all alone to look after ourselves. Either way I don't put stock into the words of priests anymore. I haven't for a long time." He finishes the rum and sets the glass down, "Another for me please."
Lucifer	"Yes well... far be it from me to prove my father anything but infallible." Lucifer speaks, venom in the undertone of his words. He then takes up the bottle of rum and pours Dmitri another two fingers worth. "I mean, I introduced Wisdom and Sin into the world. Apparently. And caused the fall of man, before falling myself. So..." Wait. Is he for real? "Ah, perhaps full introductions are worth the effort. I am Lucifer Samael Morningstar. Yes. The Devil. Fresh outta Hell and not allowed in Heaven so I'm spending the years of my self-made purgatory right here on Earth." He lifts his whiskey then and gives a sort of toast. "So we're all right. And a little wrong. But fuck it, cause he doesn't care. Hasn't for centuries. Can't you tell?"
Sinister	"Iehovah or Yahweh, depending on whom you ask," Sinister replies, chuckling again. "I have this feeling that the non-involvement aspect was almost a result of the deity equivalent of Alcoholics anonymous meetings. All the other gods quietly leaning on the one and saying 'stop with the smiting and the literally biblical wrath. The PR department has had a hell of a time re-writing the latest temper tantrum after we had this city full of fire and brimstone an general cataclysms, locusts and the incident with the pillar of salt, ludicrous flooding and what in the name of everything was up with the deaths of all the firstborn kids? Just stop it' and since then, the mister potato head Angry face has been quietly retired." Taking a drag of his cigarette and a flick of the ash to the tray, Sinister looks up at the Devil and gives an innocent eyelash flutter. He then looks to Dracula. "Although that could be more to do with the fact that you convert with fear, and you convince with promises of a loving, giving, paternal figure that will forgive you for absolutely anything, unless he won't because it breaks his own rules. Therefore we need a two-parter book of rules and regulations, fundamentally so that you can show that the rewrite got rid of the sillier rules regarding wearing towels with tassles at the corners, but keep the ones about being legally entitled to beat your wife with a rod no wider than your thumb, for contradicting you. People. They're fascinating creatures, don't you think? You can trust them to find a way to exploit everything to their advantage." Pause, beat. "I'm not. I'm half left. But I'm also a card carrying member of the bad dad jokes club, so we each have our dirty little secrets."
Dracula	Dracula nods as his rum is poured at Lucifer introduces himself as the devil. The vampire does not appear fazed at all, indeed he simply sips on his glass once more, then sets it down, "Is that so? The Lucifer Morningstar? Samael." He grins, "Let's see.." He whispers some arcane word, causing his eyes to, for a nano second, glow red. Now able to see auras, he gazes upon Lucifer, one brow raising, then the other, "I am certain that I am not seeing your true form, but I have seen angels before, their auras seen via magic are distinct, but the true form of an angel is terrifying." He takes another drink, lifting the glass again, "Fascinating. Of course I cannot truly know if you are Lucifer, or another angel claiming to be him, but then I doubt that he would suffer long one of his kindred stealing his name. This is unexpected but.." He looks around for a second, "...you made it so obvious that no one would ever guess. Well played if that was your intention."
Lucifer	"Some have tried. One slightly succeeded. Well... a *mortal* tried...and was quickly squashed. But he made the mistake of rubbing my name in the dirt and I will not stand for that." Lucifer even puffs up a little. "I have a reputation to uphold. And some people know. Most don't believe me. Which is just as well...I only care when it matters most." He then side steps to be in front of Nathaniel, looks up at the mistletoe hanging from the top of the bar and leans in to offer a chaste kiss. Cause it's there. And he can. "How's your Kringle?" Asking this before taking a cigarette from the case that the man left open, snapping his fingers to summon a spark of hellfire with which to light it. "So you can choose to believe me, or not. You can hang around and see what I do with some of the more susceptible ones here who are just *aching* to have a desire fulfilled. Or...you can drink me dry and at least lose a couple hundred in the casino. Up to you." A pause. A grin. His attention back to Nathaniel a moment. "I think our guest is more than what he's letting on. What do you say?"
Sinister	Sinister's gaze tracks the movement as the devil with his red pocket square strides into his personal space. There's that crooked little not-quite-smile again as he flicks up eyes to the ceiling at the same time as the fallen archangel and back down as the kiss is landed. "To the ressurection of Baldur at the end of days," he intones gravely. "Because... oh, what the heck, I've been through that earlier!" he chuckles, turns himself about a little to lean on the bar with one elbow, raising the glass of alcoholic half-n-half for a sip atop the rocks. "Deliciously like candy canes and cookies. Very festive. I would have added fireball whiskey, but that would have been crass, somehow." He idly reaches to Lucifer's nearest sleeve to dust it of imaginary specks, but perhaps also to get a seam to lie precisely how he thinks it ought to lie. Fussy, that man. "I believe you're right. The eyes flashing red were something of a clue. Plus, talking about true forms might have also been a hint. Gosh, I must look utterly boring, Luci."
Dracula	Dracula takes another drink, "Aren't we all more than we appear? But I can see your point. After speaking with you for a time, I stopped believing that you were merely a man, but I could not place you with mere logic, and deduction. You admitted freely to me your identity Lucifer, and then all of the pieces fell into place at last, yet here I am now, rudely giving you an alias. This is not my natural inclination, I can assure you, but then perhaps you might already know who I really am." Another drink. "I am curious now to test my ability to wear a guise. Who do you think I really am?"
Lucifer	"Oh shush it, Nathaniel. You look absolutely amazing.." Lucifer offers and then turns his attention back to Dracula. Of course he could cheat. Or try to. Read the mind a bit, get a sense of who might be across the bar from him. He doesn't though. "I have a couple of ideas. Could be a demon serving another god or goddess. Could be...hmmn...a servant of the night?" He shrugs. "Maybe someone a bit more powerful though, which is why I leaned demon..."
Sinister	"Well, sartorially, of course. But meta-biophysically, I doubt that our guest is seeing much of anything from me. I probably look horrendously ordinary," Sinister replies, lifting his glass again, sipping the milky mint beverage. Ash is once more flicked, then the smoke dragged deep of, letting it escape out of his nose as his eyes half-lid and he simply does that steady gaze thing again toward the vampire at the bar. Blue-greys study the contours of the face, narrow, squint further shut. "Creative license of artists aside, I believe this one is better known as Vladimir Tepescu, the Dragul. It's the bone structure. Change the hair and the attire, but the portraits got some of it right."
Dracula	Dracula takes another drink as you both give your theories. He nods afterwards, "Indeed. Nathaniel's aura is quite mundane." He has certainly heard his name, and his title at this point, and the game is now over. He chuckles, amused, "Demon? Some certainly believe so. But yes I am also simply called Dracula. It would be improper of me not to extend the same hospitality that you have shown me Lucifer. Nathaniel is correct in reading me. I am as he says, a myth now, a literary figure. It's by design however. You seem to openly expose yourself, if that is even the proper term, but I hide. Yet I cannot hide from... everyone." He grins.
Lucifer	"Well, as stated, I am open with my identity cause most people don't believe me. Still, it is an honor to meet you. Now I am more curious as to why you chose my humble club to grace with your presence." Lucifer offers. "And don't worry, your secret will be safe with us. Unless you choose to divulge who you are to someone else, we shall never." This much more and then he looks the club over. "Just don't harm anyone within my club and we'll be keen, yes?" A side glance to Nathaniel then before he finishes both his cigarette and whiskey.
Sinister	Sinister stubs out his smoke, taking up the majority of his Chris Kringle because well, two sips doth not qualify as finishing it. He arches an eyebrow at Lucifer, then gifts a soft snort and looks back to Dracula. "Take it from the boringly normal fellow over here, that he means that. Lux is a haven, he gets very annoyed if anyone breaks the rules of hospitality. I by the by am doctor Nathaniel Essex. You probably haven't heard of me, but that's again, by design. Much as your departure into myth has been, your Highness..." he slides off the stool then though, touching Lucifer lightly on the shoulder. "Long day, I have to have a shower as I do have rather noxious dust all over me at the moment, at least in parts. I'll meet you upstairs." With an incline of his head, he clicks heels. "A pleasure to meet you, Dracula. Do have a pleasant evening..." as he heads toward the lift, albeit rather slowly, possibly to let Lucifer catch up if he is inclined.