WHO: Lucifer Morningstar and Dean Winchester WHAT: Drinking WHEN: Tuesday afternoon WHERE: Lou's WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Lucifer was still a bit miffed that the young woman hadn't recognized him. It was a blow to his pride, to be sure, and he definitely didn't like the feeling of it. Of course, it was more likely that there was something wrong with her that made it so she didn't know about him. He was moving more and more in that direction, because he was quite sure that there wasn't actually anything wrong with him.
Not being a particular fan of larval humans, he had deposited himself for the afternoon in a place where he was most certain that he wouldn't see them. Lou's was smokey and smelled of stale beer and badly dressed men, but it was comfortable, and the beer was cheap. It annoyed him greatly that he actually had to worry about that.
He looked up as the door opened, splashing light through the murkiness of the bar. He recognized the person entering right away and couldn't help but smile.
"Dean," he called out. "Come join me. The first round's on me."
Winchesters were certain to be amusing, if nothing else.