Lucifer didn't know how the fight had spiraled out of control the way it had. There was something about fighting with Jasper that always left a giant void in his memory between when it started out a viscous parody of civil and rage fueled brawl. He knew it had begun with "I'm not stupid enough to get between you and your prey." and "Don't give me your"that was the man who killed Loki" bullshit. I cared for Loki more than you're even capable of! I housed her, I made sure she never went hungry, all you did was teach her how to get herself killed you psychotic bitch." and ended just short of a physical altercation. He'd done his best to keep the fight as civil as possible in front of Ruby, he knew that all of the Dead know about how rocky his and Jasper's relationship was and how nasty it could get but he still didn't want Ruby seeing this.
As badly as he wanted to keep this civil there was no way he could have once she'd gone there, he should have known that she'd go there. It was her favorite thing in the world to bring up the end of their marriage and how it was all his fault despite the fact that it was the furthest thing from the truth that he could think of. It didn't matter though, she started in on it, hurling the insults she knew would garner a response out of him and no matter how desperately he tried it just came out, "Fucking murderer!!" he yelled and thrusting an accusatory finger in her direction, "You murdered... you fucking murdered all of it. Don't you understand that? You're the one that ruined it Jasper. You ruined it all you fucking murderer." He turned around placing both of his hands on his head fighting back the urge to keep screaming at her. He didn't enjoy talking about what she'd done in fact he did his best not to ever think about it and with the exception of moments like these and particularly depressing alcohol or drug fueled evenings he usually succeeded. He kept his eyes squeezed shut and tried to decompress himself enough to get out of the room with out taking a swing at her. Lucifer had lost himself so much in the fight that he'd almost completely forgotten Ruby and Sweet Thing had been observing the whole time, Sweet Thing knew exactly what they were referring to but Ruby didn't and it wasn't something he'd even begun to think of how he'd explain it to her. He took off in the the direction of the door stopping only once to turn around and face Jasper again, "Clean up your own fucking mess for the first time in your miserable fucking existence. You're a psychopath, that's for fucking sure, but you still have to fucking clean up after yourself." He turned again vowing to himself that those were going to be the last words of his end of the argument.
Lucifer had thrown the operating theatre's door open with excessive force as he did with all the other doors between him and the kitchen up stairs. Four people lived in this house at any given time, at least one of them had to drink. Fuck, he hated Jasper, and how the hell was he supposed to explain this one to Ruby and how long would it be before he was able to stop thinking about it this time. It'd been awhile since he'd had a really good self loathing induced bender. It only took him three cabinets before he spotted the bottle stashed in the back of the cupboard and ripped it out grabbing a glass from what appeared to be the clean side of sink, he just needed a drink that was all. Sane couldnt' argue this one, after all he wasn't in danger of drinking himself to death in a house full of doctors.
He'd finished the first glass by the time he'd wandered into the living room and fallen into the armchair that was in the darkest corner he could find. He'd really done a number on his life this time and it was all her fault, that bitch. She just got to him so badly sometimes, this was one of those times- he hated her so intensely for what she'd done to him. This called for another drink so he obeyed and poured himself another.