"It wasn't so bad really," Vicki shrugged. She'd liked the club. Pushing her hair back from her face, she sat back in her seat, then blinked at the redhead's words. "Wait...clean? He didn't say anything about that to me." This was getting worse and worse, clearly.
When they got to the apartment, the taller girl reluctantly followed the other inside. She didn't like this at all, but she knew there was nothing she could really do about it - she owed Lucifer too much, and she could only hope that he didn't decide to collect anytime soon. Some of her trepidation faded as she studied the apartment, glad it was at least still in Brightford - which worked for the whole getting away from the club thing.
As she dropped her bag on the couch, wanting to check out the place - much nicer than her last one, Lydia spoke again and Vicki glanced over at her. After a moment, she shook her head, taking a step closer to the couch. "I don't have any." The lie came automatically, because no way had she agreed to that part.