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Sinister	Christmas has come, christmas has gone, boxing day is almost ended, but as there aren't any families to visit for gifting and the like, it's a thing that's been quiet. However, in the mid afternoon a different Sinister, one that was rocking a Wolf of Wallstreet kind of look with short hair and human skin, dropped off a dossier. Nathaniel dismissed that one and went back upstairs to look it over, reading on the couch with some intensity; hard copies are sometimes safer than raw data, as they can be subsequently completely destroyed. But the club had to open which did mean some distraction for Lucifer to indulge in whilst his geneticist was being all focused on a task, but the feeling comes after opening, meet and greets a few numbers and some drinks and desires have been shared. He's relaxed again, ponderous and thoughtful and somehow just a little bit determined. He can be found on the couch, smoking with his feet up on a footstool, gazing out of the window with the dossier in his lap.
Lucifer	The club did open, and Lucifer did decide to go down and mingle with the mortals for a little bit. A few favors offered, a little flirting here and there, because why the hell not? It's harmless, and really when a pretty thing all dressed up and no where to go flirts with him, what sort of gentlemen doesn't flirt back? All in good fun, a couple deeds swept under the carpet, but his nights end a little earlier now. Now he has a Sinister to come home to. So once he's had his fill of sin and sinful desires, he makes his way back upstairs. The elevator dings, heralding his arrival. "You know... there is such a thing as working too hard in a day, my love.." He offers this as he stumbles forward a bit. His words....are slurred...to some degree. "Have I told you..lately...how much I absolutely LOVE you?" Sincere words, but still, there's something...off...about the Devil tonight. Flopping down onto the couch next to Sinister he grins. "So...what do the reports say?"
Sinister	Sinister's eyes lift and fix over the top of the report at the stagger in the swagger. He lifts an eyebrow a little. "Not since this morning, but I'll take a refresher. But I do suppose that all work and no play makes Nathaniel a dull boy. Erm... are you ok? If I didn't know better I'd say you were tipsy..." he sets the dossier aside in order to come to Lucifer's side. To steal a kiss, to smell the breath and also to act as an anti-topple device, turning the devil into a weeble instead of a wobble, for that short distance before he collapses beside him on the couch, at any rate. Fingers reach for hair, comb it lightly with their ends, eyes upon Lucifer and not the dossier. "I have isolated the cluster. The report was on the particular line. They're out of asia. Singapore in fact, with some in Hong Kong, Thailand, Myanmar and Malasia. The furthest out is in Australia." It's all matter of fact, because this is puzzling.
Lucifer	"Well. I do love you. I love you a lot." Lucifer offers this, accepting the kiss, returning it just so. He smells of whiskey and cigarettes, but the whiskey is powerful. "Me? Okay? I'm fantastic! Tipsy? That's impossible. We can't get tupsy. Or drink. It doesn't work that way." Flop onto the couch then, giggle fits come after before his head lulls back and he laughs again. "Wait... so... you have to go to like..." He counts. Or that's what he's trying to do. "Five different places to get rid of a bad batch of Sin?" Then he seems to think on it a moment. "Course I never heard of a good batch of Sin..." Then he howls with laughter. Again.
Sinister	"My dear, normally I'd agree with you, but the evidence seems to suggest you've succumbed a little." Sinister replies with sympathetic eyebrow quirks and a half smile. He snickers a bit, because laughter is contagious, but this IS odd. "What have you been up to down there? Did you mingle with anyone interesting?" Or superpowered with the ability to make people inebriated, perchance? Easing back, he replies with "...I love you too, Lucifer. But yes. I do. We do, perhaps. Because I can't imagine that they've been idle out there and I don't know what I might find."
Lucifer	Lucifer is about to protest when he sort of stops and thinks about it for a moment. He is a bit more light headed than normal, and there is something that just makes everything seems MORE humorous than anything. At least Lucifer is a happy drunk! But he shouldn't be drunk at all. "No... no one with like...I mean no one any different than the normal fare that I could tell..." He looks himself over again, as if seeing himself for the first time. "Nathaniel...I do believe I am drunk. How in the world am I drunk?"
Sinister	"That does appear to be the question of the hour," Sinister replies with another eyebrow lift, but he's smiling. Happy drunk does seem to be a good thing, even if the whole thing is rather unexpected. The finger combing becomes a cheek stroke. "Are you happy about it?" he asks. "The being tipsy, I mean." That might be important.
Lucifer	Lucifer leans into the cheek stroke, turning his head to nip at the pad of palm or fingers, whichever he finds. "I'm not, not happy about it? I... I don't know. I've never been drunk in this form before." In fact, as he thinks about it, "Honestly, it's kinda scary. There are things that I might do... or have done... no... no I didn't do anything downstairs except flirt with a couple of girls and one of the bartenders. I had a couple...few...glasses of whiskey..." He shrugs. "Oh...I wonder if this means I'll have a hangover tomorrow..."
Sinister	"So no inadvertant ravishings or messing with the mortals outside of the normal," Sinister smiles a little at the bite to his palm, looking Lucifer straight in the eye and examining all the tattle tale signs with the eyeballing of a medical practitioner. "You appear to be mildly inebriated. You probably would have to have had a few dozen more whiskeys to get blotto'd. You probably won't feel great, but you might be just fine if you let it make you sleep it out." So sayeth the doctor, with a thumb rub to the little dimple in Lucifer's chin. He eases back though, bewildered if mildly amused. "So the question of the hour really is: Why are you drunk. Has anything like that happened to you before?" Kind of, when the medallion of Life was being used as a belt buckle by some schmo in a lunatic asylum. Being an artifact of god, a component of the Flaming Blade that Lucifer now weilds at will, it made him feel every drugged moment and every giggly stupor. That MIGHT have been aaah, shall we say... blacked out by the devil in the aftermath of it all!
Lucifer	Lucifer thinks on it, and he really does seem to think on it. "There might be... a memory. It's not something I can easily remember though. But...it's got a familiar spark to it." He taps his chin for a moment. Finally he shrugs. "I cannot recall it. Almost like I've tried to keep myself from remembering... it's not precisely the same, just similar." There's a frowned chuckle then. "I'm likely not making any sense..." "Though, there was another time. With the detective. Did I ever tell you she was resistent to my charm? Like nothing I did could get her to sway, it was like she was immune to me." He offers. "There was something about that... which this seems to feel similar too as well... All sorts of directions but no place to land. And I'm running out of fuel.."
Sinister	Sinister's hand reaches for Lucifer's and interlaces the fingers, giving a squeeze. "Follow the light. If you run out of fuel I'll always catch you," he replies, turning himself to face the devil more, where he's drunken floppy on the couch. "You mentioned she was resistant to your whiles. Your charms are legendary." He squeezes digits again. "I'm not immune to you," except perhaps he is. Coersion to tell a truth is one thing, but it's never been troublesome to get Nathaniel Essex to tell his truth. But was it compulsion or was it just a willingness to tell it? Who knows. "She must have been unique in that aspect."
Lucifer	"I honestly think you are. I mean, I've never tried, but you've always been forthcoming. However, I do not think I could compell you even if I wanted to." Lucifer offers. "Maize thought that such made me more vulnerable... turned me... mortal. Human. But it didn't really amount to much of anything... that I can remember..." He scratches his head then. "Maybe I should go back to my therapist and see if she can fill in any holes..."
Sinister	"You /have/ tried. I told you..." but he would've told Lucifer anyway, even without the power. "I'm not sure I understand." He truly doesn't, but that might have been the alcohol talking and bringing the idea in half way through verbalizing it. "You aren't human. You never have been human. Mortal?" -- there might be a little bit of alarm in Sinister's voice here. Just a fragment of it, but not full blown, given this is an inebriated Lucifer that's sharing and caring at the moment. "You aren't. I mean, we've been through all manner of insanity, you've taken blows that should have resulted in horrific injuries. The only time I've ever seen you suffer is when your wings came back wrong. And... I lanced that."
Lucifer	"Well. I wasn't... haven't been. Doesn't mean it can't not happen." Lucifer speaks and then shakes his head. "I think it'll be alright. Might just be a fluke or...I don't know. Maybe someone was in Lux that I missed. That can happen right?" One breath in, one breath out. He still doesn't need to breathe, so that's a plus. His gaze shifts to find Sinister's own, a hand shifting to cup the man's cheek. "You're worried. It's fine. I'm fine. It's not like I'm dying...I can't die...remember? We'll sleep on it. Okay? I'll be fine in the morning. You'll see."
Sinister	"If you're mortal, you can. Die that is." Sinister helpfully points out, but stills at the cup of his cheek. There's a sigh out and a thought process, because yes, breathing to speak, but not breathing because he has to. THat is an upside. "Just... no being mortal. I don't want to spend a lifetime with you only to carry on going and do so without you. Mortality is the whole reason I braved a dangerous proposition and ... injected myself. With you." He's never really said how horribly wrong that could have gone. It was good that it didn't but there have been side-effects. Some of them have been very subtle, some of them less so. "I don't want to spend an eternity without you. Where you go, I follow, remember? So this is just a thing. A fun quirk. Perhaps a self-actuated desire of yours to be able to enjoy life to the fullest with someone else, with all the quirkiness of it all." He turns his face, kisses the palm much as Luci had done, but without a nip of teeth.
Lucifer	There will have to be a bit of research, though there likely isn't a lot that comes with the territory of an angel staying on Earth. Not a lot to be written since it's really never been done before. Castiel is a sort of wild card, being that he was charged with coming here and then just....stayed. Lucifer isn't supposed to be here at all, but he got bored and worked it out so he could remain. It's all in the details. "You won't spend an eternity without me. This will fix itself." A pause. "I think. I'm sure of it. I'll sleep it off and be right as myself tomorrow. You'll see.." Though, there's one other affect of being drunk and then coming home to the one you love. "Speaking of bed... wanna head that way?"
Sinister	He is definitely in the details. In his sneakier days, it came down to the letter of a desire, after all. "I..." there's a pause, it's small but it's significant, where Sinister's weighing up the ups and downs of this peculiar situation. "...believe you. You that is. I don't believe that this is going to be an easy consideration to get to the bottom of." He qualifies it, because he knows his lover enough that tiny things can be magnificent mountains when the Devil's ear hears the doubt. Doubt is Lucifer's undoing, so often. "You are so fun right now, by the by. I just need to set you off and you'll be in a gigglefit." Grinning, he rises, drawing Lucifer with him. "Lets see if all of you is drunk, shall we?"
Lucifer	Lucifer can hear the doubt, but he's drunk, so a part of him is pushing that doubt away. Likely tomorrow it will all come rushing back to him and he'll be in a manic state of panic and questioning. Tonight, however, is all about the drink and the fun. "I do make a fantastic drunk..." He offers as he stands with Sinister's lead and then giggles as they head to the back. "I am fairly sure that part of me isn't drunk enough to stop working, my love..." Offered as they make their way to the bedroom for dark deeds and darker nights.