forum I'm Sorry, It's Not Your Problem// O/O // gAy // OPen

Started June 30, 2019 by @bubblegum

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(Do you mean Lucifer?)
“How long had you dated her?” Lucifer asked, taking another sip of his drink.

((omg yes im so sorry))
"A…well, it's weird, because we kept breaking up and getting back together. That happened…around five or six times. It all lasted around four years, though."

“Why’d she kill you?” Lucifer asked as he traced the rim of his glass with his middle finger. Four years felt insignificant to him, but Lucifer knew it was a hearty amount of time for Gabe’s short life on earth.

Now this was an easy question. "She was crazy, and she didn't love me at all. I don't even know why she kept dating me, she just kept taking me back every time I asked."

Lucifer took another sip of his drink, frowning slightly. “Enough questions from me. What do you wish to know about hell?”

"Um…I don't really know. I hadn't really thought about it," Gabe admitted, running a hand through his black waves of hair.

((Ah I see…I'll swoop in and save this fr fr))
"Well…I guess I have one," Gabe admitted, taking another drink from the glass. "What am I gonna do here?"

“You?” Lucifer smirked as he drank a hearty gulp from his tall glass, “Well, there’s plenty of options, I guess it kinda depends on how much I like you,” Lucifer waggled his eyebrows before he continued, “Most new mortals go to Division A before sorting. Working out paperwork and stuff like that, making sure no one got sent to hell on accident or whatever.” Lucifer chuckled. Some disgusting little angels accidentally got sent here instead up with the Enemy, they were terrified. “The worst ones end up down under, what I like to call the basement.” Lucifer’s eyes darkened slightly. He didn’t exactly want to tell Gabe about the basement yet.
He quickly moved along before Gabe could get the chance to interject. “Lucky for you, you met me. Most don’t just appear in my throne room.” Lucifer traced the rim of his drink with his middle finger, “So depending on how much I like you,” Lucifer said bluntly, “you might end up working in one of my bars or public entertainment areas. Or someplace better.” Someplace better meaning not having to work at all. Lucifer had always pondered the idea of his favorites roaming free in hell, but so far he only allowed one person to do that…

(Sorry that was so long, I was trying to cram it all in oof)

((You're fine lol))
Gabe blinked for a moment, running a hand through his curls again. "Okay…so…how much do you like me?"

Lucifer smirked, “How much do you think I like you?” He asked lightheartedly, grinning at Gabe. The mortal definitely asked the right questions.

"I mean…I don't know. More…more than a lot of people, I guess," Gabe replied with a small shug. He was terrible at reading people.

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” Lucifer called before taking another mouthful of his drink, “In all seriousness though, yes, I do certainly like you more than the other roaches down here in hell.” Lucifer absentmindedly waved a hand at the other demons in the bar.

"Oh. Thanks," Gabe said, taking another drink of the beer. He accepted the answer for a couple of seconds before speaking again. "Why?"

Lucifer’s strong drink was doing it’s job, because Lucifer responded truthfully, “You’re hot as hell, man. I don’t reserve a room in my palace for every new mortal, you know.” He went to take another sip of his drink, but found it empty so he waved Alex over for a refill.

(('you're hot as hell, man' sounds like something a very gay chad would say and I thank you for this gem))
Gabe blushed a bit, eyes slightly wide with surprise as he looked away for a couple of seconds, eventually turning back to take another sip of his drink, although a small blush remained on his cheeks.

(Ha lol)
Lucifer smirked, letting his guard down the more he drank. A bubbly feeling settled in his stomach and he leaned back in his chair. He glanced at Gabe, oblivious to his blush, and boasted as he changed the subject, “You know, I had this drink made especially for me.”

"I'm…I'm not surprised," Gabe said, turning to face him again.

“It’s unfortunate, but I can’t get drunk easily like mortals, being the king of hell. I had this brewed to actually make an effect.” Lucifer said softly, staring at nothing in particular as he continued quietly, “It’s strong enough that a small drink would kill a lesser demon.” Lucifer frowned. He didn’t even know why he was bringing it up. Maybe he’d had a few to many sips.

"Oh." Gabe nodded, brushing some black curls out of his face. "So…it would definitely kill a human, then."

“Yes, it would.” Lucifer looked at the floor before speaking again, “Are you finished with your drink?”

Gabe nodded truthfully, pushing the glass slightly farther onto the counter. "Yeah. Why?"

“We should be going now, besides, I’d imagine you’d be wanting to move into your new room,” Lucifer nodded towards the way they came in. The door, from the bar’s side, was labeled in demonic script.