“Hmm,” Deem sighed, offering Lucifer a questionable grin of his own. “I do still have many things to learn about this underworld, don’t I?”
With that, his peepers flitted back up to meet the demon’s stare. Damien could always hold his own with these kinds of things, and it showed clearly. His irises were filled with mystery— with that flirtatious gleam that seemed to shine all too brightly.
“But…,” he continued, drawling out his words as he tapped his finger impatiently on his leghinge. “… Perhaps you could teach me a thing or two.~”
Lucifer smirked. "Well, well, well. What does the impatient demon want to learn first~..?" He teased, snickering to himself. He couldn't help it, after all. This was all too cheesy.
But kinda cute.
At his words, Damien leaned to rest on the back of the chair, crossing his arms over his chest. Despite that, his posture was anything but closed-off.
“Well, you’re the expert here,” Deem replied, voice still holding that silvery heat. “You tell me, my darling king.”
Damien’s mind was too busy running through all kinds of situations to actually address any question being brought forth. But he didn’t care— this was the most fun he had had in the past few days, and it was new and interesting. So, why not comply?
Lucifer purred lightly. "Well, its up to you." He said, kinda smirking to himself at the name. "I insist. We can go through the… murderous side of it. Or you know, the- er- lustful shit." He grumbled. "Which one?" He asked, looking up at him with that seductive grin-
Damien gave a slight laugh, shaking his head.
“I’m surprised you didn’t just hand over a grimoire titled ‘heck 101,’” he replied, words blatantly humor infused. “But I’m glad you allow freedom of choice here. It sure does give that false sense of individualism, when I know— in the end— you’ll get your way anyway.”
His peepers broke away from Lucifer’s to survey the rest of the surroundings. It was a futile attempt to pry his mind away from the decision at hand.
“All I’m going to say is, get me into some real trouble, Lucifer. You do with that what you will.”
Lucifer groaned. "So many OPTIONS through~~" He whined, leaning his head upside down and looking up at him. "Why don't you choose, darling. I don't want to pressure you—"
I JUST SAID THAT. THE KING OF SINS. JUST SAID THAT. He thought, a small growl coming out.
This time, the laugh wasn’t so slight. It was more airy, though, like a light husk of snickers from Deem’s grinning figure.
“Such a softie,” he teased, his attention seemingly lost in the world around him. He no longer looked at Lucifer, hands now laying gently on the armrests.
“With this whole mansion, this whole title, I would expect you to have just a little more authority, love. But alright, if I have to choose, then…”
He drew out his words, sighing as he thought. “Perhaps we go out. You show me to one of your favorite bars. We hit up a club, or whatever. Once it gets later, let’s cause some trouble. Get some people dead, and lost for good. What do you say?”
Lucifer paused, before huffing and smacking his cheek lightly. "Watch who your calling a softie." He grumbled. "And sure, c'mon." He muttered, pulling the other up and holding his hand once more, walking with him and walked to the bar, before walking in and sat on a barstool.
"What do you want?" He asked as he ordered the strongest beverage.
Damien slipped in right beside the demon, a hand on the bar to steady himself as he pulled up the stool.
“Hmm, I’ve never been a huge fan of hard liquor,” he replied, glancing over to Lucifer. “I’ve always been more of a … foofy drink person.”
He flicked his gaze up to the bartender, offering a light smile. “Assuming you have it, I’ll take a gin and tonic. Or do bars in heck only have the hard stuff?”
The bartender hummed. Lucifer paused. "I mean, they do have softie shit for the wussies-" He chuckled, humming lightly and looked over to him, taking a shot. "Though, it makes sense. I mean-" He grumbled, looking down. "Its heck, afterall."
(lol, back- i had work to do-)
(welcome back :D)
“Maybe I am a wuss, but I like to be somewhat conscious when I’m out somewhere,” he said, nonchalant. “I mean, I’m totally good with lack of control. Couldn’t care less. But when I’m out having a good time, I wanna be able to remember it. Plus, drinking fire isn’t very appealing to me.”
He nodded a thanks to the bartender, taking a diminutive sip and giving a smile of approval.
Lucifer downed the whole thing in one go, groaning. "Ah.. thats noice.." He hummed.
"So… how old are you?" he asked, giggling a bit- the alcohol was lightly going to his b r a i n -
Deem just blinked, holding his own glass loosely.
“Well, I died when I was 24. Not sure how time works down here, but it’s been a few days,” he muttered, stomach dropping as he payed more attention to the taste of the alcohol. He put a hand to his temple, squinting.
“I can’t really remember how I died,” he continued, looking back to the bar. “But as I smell and taste more alcohol, I can make a guess— it probably included a whole lot of me being drunk.”
Lucifer paused. "Probably…." He giggled a bit, looking up- He had finished about 3 bottles of the strongest beverage he could find, and he looked over to Deem. "Your cute..~" He giggled-
(LuCi bE dRuNK aS hEcc-)
“Hmm,” Deem said, leaning to the side and into Lucifer’s shoulder. He looked over, face considerably close to the demon. “Didn’t take you as a noice drunk, but here we are. Gotta say, you’re pretty cute, too. And that’s coming from me, sober— which doesn’t happen often if I really mean it. The biggest compliment you could ask for, love.”
Lucifer snickered lightly, poking his nose. "Some of us have opposites." He hummed, smirking lightly, a light blush on his cheeks because of the affection and compliments. "And to be honest…" He leaned a bit closer to where they were literally i n c h e s away from kissing- he didn't mean too, of course. He was just- curious.
He hummed. "You're beyond cute~" He flirted, giggling softly.
“Why, thank you,” Deem nearly purred, but his voice was too soft— too low to hold any real structure. He could feel the heat from Lucifer’s breath, and smell the deep, thick alcohol along with it. For that, he couldn’t help from grinning wider.
He didn’t pull away, either— just kept his peepers wandering from Lucifer’s lips back up to his peepers. His voice was still that slight melodic whisper as he spoke again. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. You are such a little softie.”
Lucifer rolled his peepers, with a teasing grin as he pulled away and giggled. "Of course, darling." He hummed, sighing.
