Owner	Pose
Lucifer	Lux is fairly busy for a Thursday night. Likely people trying to get their drink on knowing that the club will be closed the entire holiday weekend. The nerve of the owner! But there's a reason for it, and while many may not understand the reason, Lucifer is going to maintain his yearly tradition and close for the Easter Weekend. Yes and No. It's religion based. But not for the likely reasons you're thinking of. Lucifer is where Lucifer always is. Up at his perch, which is the enclove at the top of the spiral staircase. Whiskey in hand. Three-piece tailored suit of cream with a pale pink shirt and handkerchief. Apparently he's feeling a bit on the brighter side this evening. He watches, waits, sips. Just to sort of get a feel for the crowd this evening.
Lois Lane	With so many polite invitations (and lovely company), Lois arrives. Sure, everything she drinks is free of alcohol, but that's a smile on her face as she settles at the bar. Along the way, she will look up to see Lucifer in his usual spot. She raises a hand to wave politely.     She settles in and is immediately given the best treatment a girl can ask for when the bartender asks, "The usual, Miss Lane?" Lois is very good with faces and names, but what strikes her as interesting is that she's never seen this bartender before.     "Yes, I'd appreciate that very much," she replies evenly. But her interest is piqued. So she asks the man, "How do you know my usual?" And he just smiles and sets down the lavendar drink. The mystery only makes her more pleased, of course. Answers are not the fun part. Trying to figure them out is.     She turns with a smile from the bar and nurses the drink in her right hand. She surveys the club curiously, looking for any familiar faces. Sadly, it seems there is no Nick nor Mr. Marko here tonight. But who else might surprise her?
Satana Hellstrom	Waking up is always the hard part. Exiting the waters of the sacred river Alph, after stalking the dreams of mortals to bring them into temptation, staining their soul for their inevitable Fall, is just too much fun to give up. This is doubly true after a strenuous night of bringing a victim to the heights of ecstasy and pain (all fully consensual; rich people are very bored) before feeding on their rotting soul; that work just takes all energy out of her, even as that soul's sustenance infuses her. Thus it is that Satana walks in a bit of a haze out of her private room, leaving the desiccated husk of one Wilhelm Schlacht on the carpet behind her, slipping into Lux from the residential hall. Aside from the 'walk of shame', however, that she invariably has after feeding--that hip-swaying, goofy-grin-wearing relaxed gait of someone who's been, as the kiddies might say, 'bizzzzay!'. Of course she doesn't look rumpled. Hair finely coiffed with just enough stray chaos to look natural, but not enough to look unkempt. The dress crimson and slinky and clinging in just the right places to make its presence basically pointless except for meeting with local indecency laws. "Cleanup in room 13B," she says to the doorman. "Or I can deal with it later if you'd prefer." She's not sure when she last fed her Hellhound, after all. "Now who's here tonight...?" she wonders aloud as her eyes scan the floor, meeting with Lucifer's briefly, up in his perch, paired with a respectful nod, before continuing and ... Stopping on Lois. "I ... can't believe it." She looks around. "No Zara. I'll have to invite her sometime..." --- "Lois! How marvelous to see you!" Satana says to the woman effusively, coming up from behind to hug around her waist, kissing her neck in greeting. "I didn't know you came here." Beat. "I come here an awful lot. Many times." If Lois looks in the mirror she'll see the wicked grin on Satana's face. She knows how her phrasing can be read!
Lucifer	At least with having mostly demons on your payroll, it means that when someone like Satana comes waltzing out of their room with a phrase like 'cleanup'... there's no raised brow or disgusted look. It just means that the cleanup will be done. Quietly like. If the Hellhound needs fed, that can also be arranged. Satana knows the details. So it's with a pleased grin that Lucifer greets Satana - however briefly - and even gives her 'niece' a kiss on the cheek for good measure. He is silent though, watching as she makes her way over to the bar. This is when he spies Lois, and his grin grows just a tad only for a brow to be raised as he watches the succubus greet the reporter. Hmm. The bartender that made Lois' drink does offer a smile, a single-shoulder shrug and just taps at his head. They're all linked here - one way or another - but Lois may not know this fact just yet. Demons, my dear, all under Lucifer's employ, have their ways. The Devil himself shifts from his perch, greeting this and that who are headed up or down to stride one step, two, and then he is behind the bar facing Lois and company. "How lucky am I that my two favorite ladies are here tonight at the same time?"
Lois Lane	Lois was just enjoying her first taste of the drink when she hears Satana's voice. And then of course what follows. She does not make any strong reaction. She smirks.     "Oh Satana, my dear, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways." She will turn around, eventually, and look over her very satiated companion. "I see someone has had a remarkable day," she comments casually.     There's a flash in her eyes, though. Is that.. compassion? She reachess up to gently touch Satana's hair. There's no need to straighten anything, but she does it anyway. "Are you feeling alright, Satana?"     She doesn't show how surprised she is to suddenly hear Lucifer's voice. But she is surprised! That was... fast. "Hello, Lucifer!" she calls out. "It is great to see you again." A look from him to Satana and back. She's curious. Of course she is. She's breathing.
Satana Hellstrom	"One... two... three..." Satana purrs, counting off the ways she loves Lois, reaching seven. With her eyes. She's being tasteful though. Only one through three were on Lois' body proper. And one of those was ... her hand?! The hand straightening her hair is briefly captured, squeezed, then released. "I'm ..." A wide grin crawls over Satana's face, her eyes lighting up (though not as literally as Lois may have seen one). "...well. I slept all day after a ... strenuous night." Her lip quirks in amusement. "Strenuous in the good way. You should try it sometime..." *sigh* Succubus will be succubus. Then Lucifer's voice arrives from behind and, for just a brief instance, Lois may just see a flash of surprise and ... is that fear? ... in her face as her mask slips before being hastily replaced and seated. "Uncle Luci!" she says, turning to face the so-called Lord of Lies. "I'm only *one* of your favourites?" she asks, impish light in her eyes. "I'll have to try harder. I want to be your only favourite." She looks across at Lois, then at Lucifer with mild confusion. "You two know each other? Oh, good. That makes introductions unnecessary." Her voice becomes performative, as if reciting lines. "Uncle Luci, this is reporter Lois Lane, my latest lover, though she hasn't yet accepted that role. Lois, this is my not-really Uncle Lucifer Morningstar. A Hell of a man." Shrug. "Always so awkward and ... far too revealing, like one of my gowns."
Lucifer	"You seem surprised to see me, Lois. You are, in fact, in my club. Surely you would have thought you'd see me at some point, yes?" Lucifer asks this while polishing a glass as if he's always belonged behind a bar. "You are looking ravishing as always, my dear. Did your friend, Mister Kent, come along with you or did he hide away in Metropolis?" Asking this with his ever-present grin before his gaze shifts to Satana. Does he catch the brief split-second of her mask coming off? Hard to tell. But he does seem to think on things. "Well now, that's going to be a difficult task. However, you -are- my favorite neice...and I happen to have at least two of them running around." He offers this and then sets his glass down. "Miss Lane was here for a charity event held here back on Valentine's Day... or very near to it. She wrote an article in the Daily Planet and everything. Even won a bid. It was a wonderful evening. And just recently Nathaniel and I had a double date with her and Mister Kent. Poor guy didn't know what to do with himself I'm afraid..."
Lois Lane	Lois sighs softly at the entire exchange. She is rather used to Satana by this point. But apparent amusement aside, a watchful eye will notice there is something rather like concern in her eyes when she looks at the scantily clad woman.     "You are right, of course, Lucifer. I fear one of my mortal limitations is rather expecting people to move from point A to point B by traversing the intervening space. I imagine that rule does not apply to you."     She nods as Lucifer recounts the Valentine's Day event. "It was one of my favorite solo outings. And alas, tonight, I am without my fiance. But apparently not without a suitor." She gives Satana an amused look. "And scandalous nature aside, I do honestly enjoy your niece's company. She is quickly becoming rather important to me. Not in the way she seems to aspire to, though." Did she notice the fear? She doesn't show it. But honestly, she is Lois Lane. Of course she did.
Satana Hellstrom	"Oh good," Satana says with visible relief. "You know. That makes conversations less awkward." She gestures to the bartender. "Surprise me." She pauses and looks at the bartender warily a moment. "In a good way. The last time I said that to one of Uncle Luci's se... bartenders, I got hydrochloric acid for my troubles. Ha ha." Half-seating herself on the stool nearest Lois, and instinctively swiveling so that her form is on full display to any eyes in the bar, Satana looks between the pair. "You have a knack for knowing the most interesting people, Lois. I thought I was good at slithering my way into social spaces; I think I could take lessons from you." A fond smile crosses her face as Lois sings her praises. Vanity, thy name is ... well ... obvious. "I do tease Lois a lot," she says to Lucifer, eyes locked on his as if trying to get a message across. "But it's only play. It's nothing serious." She's not prey. She's a friend. Please believe me. "I just think she's smart, compassionate, friendly, and ..." *sigh* Succubus gotta succubus. "... of course the fact that she's drop dead sexy doesn't hurt. Very easy on the eyes and imagination." Her eyes bore into Lois'. "A very, very vivid imagination. Believe me." Pause. "But though I joke about her being my lover, she's not. She's..." Satana visibly struggles here trying to find a word. "...better than that. She's a f-friend." Of course Lucifer knows why Satana has trouble with the word. After what happened to her first friend ever...
Lucifer	"You miss nothing, do you Miss Lane?" Lucifer comments to Lois as she makes a comment on his sudden appearance. "It's nice to use here, especially if I need to go calm a storm quick and in a hurry. You can only imagine how many times a drunken business man will try to get too handsy with a waitress or cage dancer." He offers this and then a side eye is given to Satana. A hand is lifted to pause the bartender from fixing anything, and he'll do the honor of 'surprising' her. A little of this, splash of that? No. He reaches under the counter, pours an amber liquid into a stout glass and then sets that in front of the woman. "Asgardian Ale. You should be able to handle such, no?" Giving a grin as he perhaps waits for her to try it. Then Satana is speaking more about her relationship with Lois. The way she speaks has him giving just a slight tilt of his head until the very end. When a very particular word is used. His features soften just a bit and his smile becomes something very un-like himself. It's a genuine thing not backed by anything sinister or Lucifer-esque. "She's a very good friend to have, Satana. I am glad you are making some." Is all he says, but hopefully, the succubus will feel that there is more in those words than just the ones used. Pride, perhaps. Yes. He is proud of her in this moment.
Lois Lane	Lois cannot help but notice Satana's pose. She never leers, but it is fascinating to her. It seems to defy physics the way that succubus can present her every physical charm while giving no appearance of even trying. As tempting as it is to Lois to see if she could manage such a pose, she's not nearly young enough to delude herself into thinking it would look anything but comical for her to try.     The way that Satana talks to Lucifer is fascinating to her. She is a bit concerned, as well. This good little Catholic girl takes Lucifer at his word. He is exactly who he says he is, as far as she is concerned. She's seen enough to make it less a matter of faith or trust at this point and more a matter of fact. She is very much protective of Satana, as odd as that may seem, moving a bit closer to her.     When Lucifer defuses the situation, she is not exactly relieved. That forces her to pause and reflect. She trusts both of these people with her to a startling degree. And she only cite intuition as to why she has such confidence.     But there is another reaction. Satana's playful words are met with an indulgent grin. There's a most difficult to describe relationship forming between her and Satana and she struggles to fully understand it herself. But when Satana says something so painfully self-deprecating, the report's expression collapses into sudden sadness.     "Satana, I am your friend. And please, don't say such bad things about yourself. I am not better than you. Different, certainly, but not better." Now granted, she might struggle to reconcile this view with the 'clean up' currently taking place in Satana's room, but in this moment, she has no doubts of what she is saying. "You cannot help the circumstances of your birth. But that doesn't make you less. Not to me."
Satana Hellstrom	"Oh, there's people being handsy tonight? Could you point me their wa...?" Satana pauses. Glances at Lois. Glances at Lucifer. Stops that line of questioning. Time and a place. Instead she picks up the presented ale, looking at it curiously before raising it to her lips. To cover up a brief loss of control. Because she didn't want to admit the friendship. Because friends don't last long. She stops drinking when she gets her composure back, hiding behind the rim of the glass and the amber liquid it contains. Which is to say half the glass. When she sets the glass carefully down next to the bar's counter, she's back in her devil-may-care (he probably does) mode, the playful party girl mask firmly riveted in place. Next to the counter? Yes. It seems that Asgardian ale can actually impact a half-demon and she has completely misread the distance from her hand to the bar. The glass starts to fall straight to the floor without Satana even noticing as she turns a bleary eye toward Lois. "You have no idea, Lois," she says, with a very slight slur in her voice, "How hard it is for me. You're so delicious. I could show you things. I could make you want me to show you things. Things that would have you screaming my name and begging for more." From most this would come across as bragging. From Satana it sounds more like matter-of-fact statements made without ego. Also the bartender is listening intently and flatly undressing the succubus with his eyes. And straightening his tie. "And part of me," Satana continues blearily, "wants to do that so, so,so much. That's the part of me that most people meet. But ... I ... there's ..." Satana struggles for words and looks across at Lucifer, shrugging helplessly, her eyes saying 'Help?'. "I don't have the words for it. I value your body and your passion very, very much. But there's things I value more and..." The next words come out in a confused outburst. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT OR WHY!" Now it registers. The dropped glass. Oh. "What did you feed me?!" she asks Lucifer, wide-eyed. "It's making me say the quiet parts."
Lucifer	The dropped glass doesn't go any further than just about to hit the floor before it's caught just in time, frozen in place. Then - slowly - the glass lifts back up and settles back onto the bartop. Lucifer reaches to pull the glass back away from both the women and then clears his throat. "Alright. Now I no. No Ale for the succubus..." He says under his breath and then watches Satana with a keen eye. The bartender is dismissed, regardless of what he was or wasn't watching. Given that all the bartenders are demons under Lucifer's employ, it's easy for them to let a simple mental command from their Lordship take over any other action. "Welp, I don't know what to give a drunken succubus to help them sober up... so we might just have to play this one out. Apparently it's like giving them truth serum...a massive dose of such...." Which is leaving Lucifer a little lost for words but he does at least get Satana a glass of iced water and places that in front of her. "It's been a while since you've let yourself feel such things, Satana... usually you keep yourself guarded. And why wouldn't you? Lois has given you a chance to feel safe and secure...one of these days you might find out why...until then. Drink water. And have fun."
Nick	Nick sometimes is a very busy guy. And sometimes the very busy guy is busy in an area where the closest of his sleeping options is adjacent to a certain night club. Now, that is something to factor in as the general drawback of having to cut through the club each time is a factor to getting to the hotel room. And Nick is not dressed for clubbing. He even has a backpack. Containing....things. But that is a story for another time most likely. Either way, clubbing is furthest from the musician's mind and his gait more or less reflects that as Nick cuts through the club towards the hotel in the least obstructive manner possible. The plan is simple. Up to room. Shower. Sleep. ... Ok maybe a drink before the sleep part. But first! Shower.
Sinister	A shower might be a thing worth having. It is quite a good thing that the club isn't particularly busy -- the doors open wide, admitting a truly monstrous raven -- its legs are ostrich-like, but the talons oh-so-sharp clack on the ground exactingly like knives as it lurches its way inside. Nobody pays it the blindest bit of attention as it drags a huge off-white linen sack behind itself. As steps are taken, people still in the club merely get out of its way as feathers are shed, the form contorting and popping in one moment and melting silently the next; each pinion seems to liquify and slide back to the main body... Until Sinister reaches the dip into the dancefloor area and the sack being dragged in his wake hits a snag. He stops, turns, stares at it and with a grimace, stoops to hoist it up in arms, all the while being ignored by the unwashed masses. He makes it to the elevator, then steps inside... only to reappear with sack in hand, in the entrance. "Bollocks..." whisps of glittering golden smoke seem to waft off him, here and there. "Alright..." and then, only then, does he notice that there's others here OTHER than Lucifer. "Don't mind me. Got a Sisyphian issue going on. Apparently." Sack to back, held in place with one hand, he attempts the journey again. "Evening, my love. Satana. Lois." A sniff "...and Nick."
Lois Lane	Satana's said a lot of things to Lois. Some good, some bad, but never quite so overt and well, powerful. The reporter is pretty impressive at handling it when Satana gets flirty. Which is to say almost always with her. This is different. Detailed, honest in a way that is new, refreshing, but mostly shocking.     She does have occasion to notice Dr. Essex and offer a wave. A very distracted, deer-in-the-headlights wave. And then there is that last outburst from Satana that makes her jump.     "Satana," she begins, then immediately pauses. This whole moment is fraught and as good as Lois is with words, this requires some care and extra focus. "I really appreciate what you said. You are obviously very attractive, but I care about you and I won't take advantage of the many things you have offered to do with me." Admittedly, Lois realizes how much harder this will be to handle.     "I'm happy you feel the same way. Honored, really. It hurts me to think about people taking advantage of you. So it means a lot, that you appreciate our relationship as something different and special. There are things that are more important than ephemeral pleasures. Just know that you can always be yourself around me. I trust you."
Satana Hellstrom	Satana snorts at that. "People don't take advantage of me," she says, speech slightly lilted in the direction of a usually well-concealed Bostonian accent. "I take advantage of them. That constant prowl for sex is what I am. It's how I do my works." She chuckles and raises her glass, having perhaps not registered that it's water, in salute. "I'm a princess on the side," she adds with a grin. "And that's why," she continues, eyes boring into Lois', "..." The scruffy, half-familiar man and the raven dragging a sack derail her train of thought. "Do you need help with that bag?" she asks, mildly bewildered as the world changes around her faster than her Asgardian-addled mind can keep up. Then instinct kicks in. "I'll summon some servitor imps and have them take it wherever you like," she offers courteously. "And if there's any damage, I'll flay them in front of you until you're satisfied that you've been adequately recompensed."
Lucifer	A lot of things happen all at once. Nick appears - wearing not his clubbing close or even his visiting clothing - this is more a travel worn Nick who is just looking for a place to sleep. He gets a nod from Lucifer but not much else as the Devil lets the man take care of his own. Then, there's a Raven. Not just any Raven. This is a Sin-Raven. Which then turns into a Sinister. Who then tries to take a sack to the elevator only to wind up...at the entrance again? This gains a raised brow before Nathaniel sort of explains his dilemma. Lucifer isn't sure how to help, and he's got a drunk succubus that he's a little more worried about right now. Lois then talks, to Satana, trying to ease the other woman's plight. Confessionals are an interesting thing, especially when one does them without truly knowing what they are saying, why they are saying it and how it's coming across. But Lois deals with it the way only a Lois can - with dignity and care. Satana is then offering Nathaniel help, perhaps distracted now from other things her Asgardian Ale minded brain has been leading her. Lucifer then, finally, returns his gaze to Nathaniel. "Hello Love. What kind of Sisyphian issue, and how did you come across said issue? Anything I can do to help?"
Nick	Hearing his name, Nick turns his head seeing the gathering at the bar. "Oh hey guys." he responds, one hand resting upon his backpack strap while looking over to the large sack that Sinister's trying to manage. He slows to a stop, but having the kindness not to stand too close, Listening to Satana's offer to help by summoning something he looks over to Sinister, "...Or I could help. I'm heading up anyways. No summonings necessary." Besides, if the bag got to be too problematic, he could probably make the presence of doorways and walls no longer be an obstruction.
Sinister	"Gracious though that is, Satana... I am not sure it would be particularly well received by mortal brains and those are problematic, at times. I... ahh," looking up at Nick, shifting the sack, the doctor nods and adjusts its weight as the musician comes to assist. "I'm just trying to..." they manage between them, to get it to the elevator and in, then once again BOTH arrive at the entrance to Lux. "...get it to safe stasis. Bloody hellfire." There is an exhale. "PHasing might help..." which is an odd thing to request or require of the moment, but there's a hand lifted to the group at the bar in greeting. "Contents of sack are very mind-addled and refuse telekinetic assistance. But it's stuck in escape mode. We'll be a moment." The second go around, involving actually making it to the elevator, proves successful. Something must have happened inside. <<Success.>> It's like an echo of afterthought. <<Sleeping this one off will be interesting. We'll be back shortly.>> -- aka: Next go around.
Lois Lane	You ever have a show on that you've been watching for months and the story is just getting good... and then the power goes out? That's where Lois is right now. Satana's just about to say something important, and off she goes, distracted!     She looks over to Nick and offers an apologetic smile. Apologetic cause she is really focused here. She has Satana spilling her guts and it's about as cute a moment as Lois hopes to have with her unique friend.     There's a bit of an inward debate, but it is not long in the resolving. She will reach out, seeking to set her hands on Satana's cheeks and guide the succubus to return her undivided attention to the reporter. If such a thing succeeds, she will say, quite playfully, "What were you about to say, Satana?"     It honestly takes all of Lois' willpower to resist the urge to see what Dr. Essex is up to. Curiousity is her demon but right now she wants to focus. To be a good friend. To hear-out her tipsy succubus pal.
Satana Hellstrom	"About to say what?" Satana asks, staring at Lois blankly. She pauses and visibly seems to rewind the conversation up to that point, but given the time for even her ale-addled brain to catch up she gets a semblance of her usual style. "Oh, right. I'm literally a sex demon, which is why literally every thought I have about you is sexual." Beat. "Yes. Even now." Another pause. "And even more now." Mischief dances in Satana's eyes as she grins wickedly at Lois, again with the uncomfortable bodily survey of eyes backed by a rather formidable imagination (or so she claims). Relaxing now that she's deflected Lois' insatiable curiosity--after all that's not the kind of insatiable she seems to want from Lois--Satana glances sidelong at Lucifer. "I think," she slurs, "that I directed that well; she doesn't need to know about the confusion." Asgardian ale seems to be like sodium pentothal for half-demon succubi. "So how have you been anyway, Uncle Luci? We don't talk often enough. And you never answer when I scream your name out in climax. You're like your father that way: never answering when called upon."
Lucifer	Lucifer nods towards Nick who is then offering to help Nathaniel as well. He'll raise a brow at the explanation but figures more details will come later when they aren't in mixed company. His attention returns to Satana and Lois. Lois still being her graceful self and pledging things to Satana that she will likely abide by. She's engaged after all, and Satana isn't going to take advantage of someone that she has admitted to being friends with. Then Satana is brushing off things that Lois says, but then she tells Lucifer that she directed well and avoided confusion. Lucifer sighs. "You need to begin working on your inside voice remaining inside..." He considers. "And by that I mean thoughts being kept as thoughts and not said out loud near the person who you likely don't want hearing them. But I suppose you completed what you set to achieve. Also, I'm fine. You don't make an appearance here often enough. And those aren't the type of calls I take...you can scream my name all you want, I just add it to the list of those others who scream at me for release from their torture."
Nick	If one is waiting for a triumphant Nick to return after they solved the riddle of the bag o' wtf, then they shall be disappointed. Once free of the task, Nick theynt to his hotel room to start off with his personal 'To Do' list.
Sinister	Sin is liable to arrive first, if only because all HE had to do is wash his hands and tidy himself up a bit. Thoroughly wash his hands, but that's neither here nor there. The elevator dings ONE more time, disgorging the doctor from inside, sans Nick, sans sack and sans repeating himself at the entryway. "Right. That's that then." As far as he knows, this is but another night at Lux, with its sometimes strange clientelle and not some truthiness situation that bears thinking deeply upon. "Nick will be along imminently, he's just freshening up. Daaaaaaahlink..." leaning in to kiss Lucifer on the cheek, he settles to the end of the bar with a rich smile appearing. "What did I miss, I wonder?"
Lois Lane	Lois is, admittedly, very much deflated by Satana's obfuscation. Honestly, it is difficult. But Satana is a succubus, and soul-searing honesty is not going to come easily. Lois imagines for a moment she should get up, give up, walk out. Surely this is not a fight she can win!     But wimpy avoidance Lois is the weakest voice in the reporter's head and is easily quashed by the better angels of her nature.     So instead of that, caring Lois and sneaky Lois get the call and will ask, "What are you confused again? That sounds difficult for you." Now this might seem a bit like a trick, and well, it is. But the motivation is about as pure as Satana will likely ever encounter.     And caring Lois throws out another question at Satana. If either gets answered it will be something, right? So here it is. "You know, you have always acted attracted to me. I'm just a woman. Why is it that you didn't just do what you wanted to do?" Lois is grateful Satana did /not/, but still. The question remains.     Sorry everyone. She's laser focused. She has to find out the truth!
Satana Hellstrom	Oh my. She's just challenged a Lord of Hell, practically daring her to act the part. And for just a moment a Lord of Hell responds, amber eyes melting to black, Hellfire where her pupils once were. Protrusions form in her skin, at right about the point where you'd expect horns to erupt, but don't break out. Apparently Satana isn't feeling as horny as she talks. Yes. This was a terrible pun. Live with it. "Oh, Lois," she purrs, "if you wanted, you just had to ask..." The approach is so smooth Satana's up against the reporter, full-body, before the latter has a chance to register the change of circumstance. And while that's registering, lips are brushing Lois' ear, hot breath teasing her neck. Then the quiet murmur. "Because for some reason I want you more as a friend than as a lover," the murmur says before teeth lightly nip the earlobe, only to be quickly soothed by soft lips. "And I don't know why." And Satana's back, half in her stool, presenting her form to the club once more for admiration, jealousy, and temptation. "I'll be nice to you and keep the rest for ... privacy. To avoid embarrassment. I know how disturbed you'd be if I took you here on the top of the bar." There's many ways to misdirect. Who knew that a demon who trolls for souls to drag to Hell would be able to use so many of them? Oh. Right.
Lucifer	Lucifer waves a hand in the air. Apparently Satana and Lois are fine. Just fine. Their relationship is a complicated mess of primal attraction mixing with friendship...but that's FINE. Right? Right. So, Lucifer turns his attention to Nathaniel who has joined them, but at the end of the bar. He takes a guess as to which drink the man might want to have first, and a hurricane glass filled with a pretty pink liquid appears, topped with an umbrella and a skewer of fruit. Lucifer slides down to be in front of his lover. "Dare I ask what you're hiding upstairs or is that a conversation for much later in the privacy of just us and four walls?"
Sinister	Sinister's smile is wide and thin-lipped, a cheesy grin as Lucifer settles opposite. He looks over at the invasion of privacy moment happening further down the bar, coughs once and gestures with a silent eyebrow and merely a lift of fingers in Lois and Satana's direction -- the silent 'should we do something there?' which judging by the lack of any obvious signs of motivation, is unlikely to just be done without say so. "Well..." leaning in as the drink is set down, another kiss on lips is shared, a peck and little more, before any reply. "If I said 'I don't know what it is' I'm fairly certain it'll still be a conversation for just us and four walls." Mouthed 'a fairy of some kind, I -think-' he reaches his left hand to seek fingers, looking along the bar to the women. Can't help it, it seems. "That's going to end up with all kinds of confusion later, I'm sure."
Lois Lane	By this point in their relationship, Lois is entirely used to this kind of experience with Satana. She recognizes it as the succubus' version of wimpy avoidance behavior. She sighs, but doesn't seem angry.     "You know, dear, I appreciate that you would not actually throw me on the bar and have your way with me, but you are coming very close." Still, for all that, there is no other reaction, whether carnal or judgmental, nor any anger. Lois looks over at Lucifer and Dr. Essex and smiles. "Sorry! She really likes me and I'm starting to view this as her own take on a friendly hug." Usually accompanied by all sorts of friendliness that the reporter somehow just takes in stride.     But there are limits to what is appropriate with others nearby. "Perhaps you would like another drink? Something to help calm you down? Perhaps a bit lighter fare this time around." Even Lois realizes that a sufficiently intoxicated Satana may /forget/ that Lois is friend, not bedmate, after all. She'd rather not escalate anything in that direction.
Satana Hellstrom	Satana eyes Lucifer suspiciously, not entirely convinced that the Asgardian ale wasn't her 'uncle's' way of having some fun by throwing her off her game. The narrowed eyes relax, however and she shoves that suspicion to the back of her mind. *I mean even if it was true, what could I do to him?* she thinks to herself. "I should probably stick to coffee for a while. There's something in the Asgardian stuff that's slipping past my usual defences. I'm having a Heavenly time trying to stop that bitch from intoxicating me." Of course her curse words would involve the other direction from most's. She chooses instead to get interested in Nick and Sinister's bag of goodness and strangeness. "Did you kidnap some spirit or other to use in unholy rituals?" she asks aloud. "Or perhaps for unholy displays and acts of passion? If the latter, may I watch and possibly participate?" All that play-acting out with Lois and she's spoiling the image she's trying to project ... by just lightly resting a hand on top of Lois' without trying to stroke it, using her knowledge of human arousal cycles and nervous systems to tease. No, it's just ... a friend patting another friend's hand. Absently. "There's a kitsune who visits me quite often. There's a *lot* of untapped passion in the spirit world until you tap those a..." She pauses, glances in brief alarm at Lois, then clams up.
Lucifer	Lucifer holds his hands up. "Honestly, I thought the succubus could handle Asgardian Ale. And I thought it was wiser than giving you something completely different of which name I will not utter among...well..." A pause here. "Mortals? Yes. Mortals. Or at least one. Mortal I mean." He offers this and then grins before turning around and working on something while still behind the bar. After several moments, he places a saucer and cup in front of Satana. "Coffee. Should help." Then he glances back to Nathaniel. "Don't know what you caught? Oh that -will- make this more interesting indeed. I cannot wait to see what you've brought home..." Especially since it took Nathaniel a few tries to get the thing up to the Penthouse to begin with. Nick is still showering. Maybe. So that's a thing. He then looks to Lois and offers a more tempered smile. It's soft in nature. "How are things going with Mister Kent these days? Have I already asked that? I might have already asked that. Are the ventures to your end goal moving along as planned?" And THERE is the Grin(tm) of one who KNOWS, but also doesn't know.
Sinister	"Absolutely none whatsoever. I suspect it is a fae spirit, or just a spirit, so in that respect..." gesturing down the bar toward Satana, the study of what happens with otherwordly alcohol seems to have progressed to a calmer point. The hand IS noted. And it might also be that Nick is showering the same shower more than once. Or he might find he's finished and can't remember the in between bits - one has to love temporal anomalies, right? The inquiry made to Lois has him shifting attention from the hand upon the reporter's own in that light touch, to the women's faces, with a quiet trip up across the vast unchartered territory of physical terrain.
Lois Lane	Lois sighs softly. "Well, hopefully some coffee will work like magic." She is just relaxed, despite what should be an awkward situation. Caring for people sometimes leads to interesting situations! But hey, nobody from another planet has thrown her off a building yet. Honestly, her attention is focused on Satana, but it's more concerned and sympathetic. "You will be okay, won't you?"     She looks over to Lucifer, then to Sinister, and then back again. She imagines they are the experts on Satana's well-being. At least physical well-being. Hopefully?     The pleasant questions do divert her attention for a time, though. "Clark is doing well. He's been busy." She arches an eyebrow at Lucifer's suggestion and grins, "Of course, those ventures are progressing well. I've been very careful with my diet, I've slept at least six hours every night for weeks. And no coffee." She's so healthy it's almost disgusting, really.
Satana Hellstrom	Without pausing to let it cool, or even blowing on it to cool it, Satana gulps down the cup of coffee after tossing Lucifer a thankful glance. Wary. But thankful. "I can't recall right now," because drunkenness interferes with scholarship, "but are these beans one of ours or one of His?" She sets down the coffee cup and waits for it to take some effect. "I know booze is one of ours," she opines. "Great invention especially for the likes of me. Booze goggles have led to more sin and soul reaping than any other invention in history, beating out even weaponry." Lucifer's line of Lois' questioning has her glance between the pair in confusion a moment before the penny drops. "Oh! You're working hard..." Mischievous irony drips from her voice like venom from the fangs of a cobra. "...on reproduction! I approve fully. Just also remember it's recreation as well. Don't view it as a chore." Beat. She can't help it. She is who she is. "I can help you with that. Small contract. We can negotiate the outcome. Give you what you want: even guaranteeing the sex, the gender ..." Her voice trails off a bit before she adsds playfully, "Even the species. You'd be amazed at how many couples trying for children are tempted by having a mutant child or even an extradimensional variety."
Lucifer	Lucifer takes a slow breath. "Coffee is from..." He pauses. "Nathaniel did the last shipment of coffee come from Brazil or Spain?" Then he thinks. "I think Brazil." He then shrugs. "They're not Heavenly beans if that's what you mean. The only thing I have from Heaven is a few flasks of their Ambrosia and I am -not- parting with that lightly." He's also missing at least one or two more flasks that he hasn't found yet. Stupid Raphael. A glance is given to Nathaniel and he nods. "I see. Well I suppose once we make it upstairs we'll have that discussion. Either tonight or tomorrow dependings..." On how late everything else goes, he imagines. None the less he doesn't have much else to say to the man, but he does make sure his lover does not remain without a drink for too long. Attention to Lois then. "I see. I might have something for you. Don't take the deal with that one... weird things might happen..." He smirks and then turns and kneels down, disappearing almost from complete sight of anyone as he rummages through...something? Someplace? This might take a moment.
Nick	As the group has their discussion, there's a bit of an oddness to the feedback coming from Nick's mind. While he is practicing what he was taught by Sinister with the general concert of the mind. There... Well... There's a bit of an echo. Oh sure one could make a singing in the shower joke here but perhaps an echo is not quite the same terminology. Instead, imagine a Destiney's Child full of nothing but Beyonces. And no one wants to sing backup. Got that in your mind? Great. Now gender swap the voice. And now give it the timing of a middle school band in their first concert. Are you scared yet? ... You should be. 'Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey you, so you hit another brick wall Hey! Hey! Hey! Your beat down but your not behind the 8-Ball Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey you, when you break it's not a What the fuck? reason to bleed Hey you, so you hit another brick wall Hey! Hey! Hey! Let's Go. Let's go. Let's go Your beat down but your not behind the 8-BallHey! Hey! Hey! Hey you, when you break Who ar- it's not a reason to bleed Hey you, so you hit another brick wall Let's Go. Let's go. Let's go. Your Stop that! beat down but your not behind the 8-Ball...' The clusterfuck of finely tuned voices trapped in a hellish cannon continues on for a bit with One voice voicing discontent with the situation until there is the mental scratch of a record. Silence. After a reasonable amount of silence. A trio of voices start up again. But different. And very much not Nick's and not in English. And likely by intention. Hmm. Wonder what made him think of songs with multiple singers? Nick eventually makes it back into the club. Freshly showered, hair dried, and a less than amused expression upon his face.
Sinister	Well, SOMETHING here piqued Sinister's interest. One eyebrow twitches upward just a little bit, an 'oh-ho' moment even though grey eyes slip to Satana and Lucifer in turn, as it is evident that you can take the Demon/Angel out of hell, but you can't take hell out of the... Well, maybe you can. But a deal's a deal mate! Even if the price is nothing in the scheme of things. He finds himself laughing, a quiet chuckle at the advice given on sex and the ponderings regarding the coffee cherry. "Kenyan actually. High altitude kilimanjaro small farm roast." And then there's distraction. The song that got badly recorded in the dub and caused the sound editor to get the sack. That song -- it distracts enough for him to be staring into the middle distance trying to work out the why or the how, perhaps, so much that it brings him to shaking his head, closing eyes and silencing his own mind. "Whilst these two can offer their own take on ... assisting... if you wish I can take a look at pre-existing conditions, hormone levels, genetic compatabilities and several other factors that the rest of the world haven't caught up to me with, yet. Just the pre-screen might give peace of mind." The elevator's being stared at too, for the disgorging of a rockstar. See you? I'm -staring- at you. Or I will be.
Satana Hellstrom	Satana stares around, looking for offending speakers. "Uncle, can you turn off that sound system, or at least make it play music that doesn't belong in the seventh Circle?" she asks, more than a little peevishly. "Maybe a bit of Burning Witches? They're a current obsession of mine. The contract was so ridiculously easy to land too! They'll be joining Jim in my orchestra when their contract runs out..."
Lois Lane	Lois laughs softly. "Satana, dear, I truly appreciate your offer to help, but I would really prefer we not introduce contracts and deals to our friendship. I am not here to use you. Not for a baby, and not for... that other thing you are extremely good at." Wink wink, nudge nudge.     But Lucifer and Sinister seem to not quite be pulling out contracts and bargaining for her soul. "Well, I am interested in making sure I'm healthy. I'm not sure my insurance coverage would work, but perhaps my pen can serve you further yet? I still have that investigation going for the earlier request."
Lucifer	Lucifer finally comes back from wherever he was, and he holds a small box which is then placed in front of Lois. "When you get home, open the box and place what is inside under your pillow. It's nothing dire - I promise. Just...some stones that are from my personal collection and known to have properties to aid you in your...quest." Quest? Yes. Lois is undergoing a quest. A quest to have a baby. If Lucifer can do one thing, it's help out a dear friend. Regardless of the fact that, until recently, the idea of children utterly disgusted him. "I will have you know that the music which is playing is NOT from the Seventh Circle. There's no wailing or ailing anywhere to be heard..." Still, he waves a hand and something is done, because the music changes to soft piano mixed with some sort of Lo-Fi Hip Hop beat. He smirks. "Do you want more coffee, Satana, or something to put you out for the rest of the night perhaps?" A Nick has appeared. A bit disgruntled, but none the less. "Something from the bar Nick? I can't serve alcohol much longer, legally, but if you're quick I can get you something." Nathaniel is staring at an elevator. Not much Lucifer can so about that.
Nick	Sinister's early prep to look to the elevator awards him the privilege of seeing the expression on Nick's face before most others. Lips set to a thin line, he makes his way to the bar with only the Swedish mental notes being his accompaniment. Taking a seat at the bar, he takes a deep breath, and folds his hands on the countertop. A simple nod to the Lucifer seems to be enough to confirm that a drink is definitely needed. "It's a whiskey type of night." Nick responds, breaking his verbal silence. As the more harmonic song ends, Nick turns to look to the curious Sinister. "...It was like the elevator. Only with the shower and hair dryer." He pauses, "...I think I even saw myself. Without the use of a mirror."
Sinister	"It might at that," Sinister comments to Lois, a faint smile gracing his face even if he's not looking -- rather at the arrival when Nick emerged. And then, to Satana as something processes through the self-induced brainfog. Switching everything to 'white noise' setting, can be quite disturbing when you don't do it often, you know. "You heard it? Fascinating..." But something in the attitude towards the 'questing' possibility has him looking wryly proud. Helpfully, for Lucifer's benefit, he taps his temple with an index finger, to indicate where HE was hearing it, though the change of music in the club itself has him wrinkling his nose faintly. Whiskey? Whiskey. And the nose wrinkle transforms into a double-eyebrow lift, though just as slight as the other one. Can't be TOO surprised now. "If you come by Saint Margaret's, Lois, I can make sure you're treated like a queen. Clark just needs a minor contribution. It's not him doing most of the work, is it?"
Lois Lane	Lois accepts the gift from Lucifer with a grateful smile. "Thank you! It is very kind. I appreciate it." And Dr. Essex's offer gets a playful smirk. "Well, yes, there is that thing he does." She doesn't even blush! She's just too old for that.     "And I will take you up on that offer, Dr. Essex. I'd like a second opinion. It's not that I don't trust my doctor, but, well, this is just very important to me." She will sadly not be able to provide Clark DNA. That would be... a problem really fast!     She notices Nick after the others. She smiles at him and calls out, "Long day, Nick? It sounds like you've had... an experience." She cannot help but ask, "Is that normal in the hotel, or is this unusual?"
Satana Hellstrom	"I quite looking at myself," Satana opines (to precisely nobody's surprise). "I mean with a body like this how could I not enjoy it? It's quite fun to play with portals so that I can view myself from all angles. Or to place them in such a way that when I'm playing with a playmate I can watch from all angles as I desire." She gives Nick a critical once-over, then ... adds nothing. No praise. No snark. let people translate that however they like... If Satana is hurt that Lois rejected her help, it's not showing. (She probably understands why...) Instead she snorts, "Of course the women do most of the work. Look at my trade. For every incubus-favoured there's a dozen succubus-favoured. This is because we're better at doing the actual work instead of wanting everybody to preen at us!" Says the demon who was just talking about how she likes looking at herself from different angles.
Lucifer	"I'm starting to fear that strange occurrences are becoming a thing with the poor lad..." Lucifer says, looking in Nick's direction. "Might cause him to quit coming around at this rate..." Ending it on that note with a little smirk. "You're quite welcome, Lois. Again, nothing too strange or abnormal. Just some stones that I know are empowered to be good for your kind of endeavor...and I even included one that may work on Clark in some fashion. Which is why I say to place it under your pillow." Or whichever pillow she happens to be sleeping on when ... ahem ... with the lad of her dreams. A whiskey is poured for Nick and placed in front of him. "Course, the better stuff is upstairs. You're welcome to join myself and Nathaniel once the night ends here..." Offering this much. "Hopefully we'll get to the bottom of the strange happenings and they won't last terribly long." To everything else, there's a shrug. People are beginning to leave - at least the patrons of the night that isn't his few close within his presence. He's got other bartenders to take care of closing tabs and the like while his attention is focused forthwith.
Nick	Nick nods as Lucifer quickly prepares his requested drink. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." He sort of accepts, glancing to Lois, and then noticing Satana looking him over. He blinks, looking to her quietly. He looks back to Lois, "Yes. Long day." He pauses to the mention of things not lasting long. "It was kind of like if time was on a slip of paper, taped together then crushed and there are points you just see where all the other parts have joined up. Including versions of you from where you once were and will be. Either way, I mostly remember stepping out of the shower, a lot of echo.... and then suddenly I was on the other side of the room, dressed and hair dried. I'm assuming that was the end of that particular instance. But... yeah." Shaking his head, he picks up the glass to sip the contents. "Wonder if that means I'm going to get a lot of memories of going to bed and just pop out on the other end of it later. "
Sinister	A look is shot all over the Land of Satana, nodding slowly after. "With good reason, I feel. You know...." -- about to comment on the strange state of the human species, Sin bites his tongue and instead grins "...no, you summarized rather well there. Love the dramatic irony." There is though, a nod to Lois as he rises from his stool. "I'll make it happen. Just let me know a time." Pause. "Do have a fantastic rest of the night, ladies." A gesture is made at the elevator "However, duty and curiosity calls. Because:..." gesture at what Nick had just said. "If you'll excuse?" At least there's a gentlemanly half-bow, "...strange happenings have bottoms that must be grabbed." Pause, stare, shake head. "No, I'm keeping that one." As he heads to the penthouse.
Lois Lane	Lois takes that as her cue, as well. "I suppose I had best get home, too." Hopefully viaa princess carry flight courtesy of a very handsome superheroic fiance of hers. "Satana, are you feeling okay, though? I'm not going to leave you here if you are feeling a bit... off." She means drunk. And yes, the reporter is somehow thinking she is going to defend the succubus from people who want to take advantage of her.     She truly does understand what succubuses do, honest. But it's Satana. She /likes/ Satana. "Maybe I should make sure you get home safe, honestly." Even if that just means helping her through a portal.
Satana Hellstrom	"Oh, Lois, you're such a worry-wart," Satana says, pulling Lois in for a hug. ...And theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere it is... The slightly-less-tipsy-but-still-there succubus places both hands where a squeeze does the most good while pulling Lois in for the hug. "I have a room here," she says, "so no worries about me being assaulted on the way home. Or teleporting into something inconvenient like deep space." Her voice lowers into a murmur for Lois' ear only. "You can join me in the room if you'd like?" After all by now Lucifer's staff would have done the cleanup, right? Releasing Lois with a wide grin--she knows what she just did and did it out of malicious humour--she steps back and looks Lois over. "I hope your endeavour with offspring works out well for you. I can be the crazy aunt that guides your son or daughter astray. I excel at that."