Re: Claire's: The Devil's Threeway
Janus was the blonde today, the one that often had an 'i' in her name on the forums when the demon bothered with the trivialities (/subtleties). She looked spectacular, in square-heeled boots and a knee-length black coat of wool and lined with black fur. As she came up the walk, she was rubbing her lips with a raspberry chapstick that gave them a pink glow, but the mulish pout was pre-existing. She paused as she saw Lucifer tipped in the doorway, distinctive because of his outline and not because of any supernatural headlight, and she heard the music before anything else. It was already pretty fucking emotional and they weren't even in the house yet. Janis was fairly emotional herself, regularly, as a demon and regardless of the vowels in her name, and the number of times she had cried on Claire's shoulder is not to be recorded. But she did pause before going up that walk. She thought she could sense Lucifer's mood like it was coming weather, and Claire was playing music with a solo violin and rain sounds.
Her shoulders slumped in her coat and she put the flat cap on the chapstick with perhaps too much venom. Janis was a good 'roads demon. She listened to people's problems with the right amount of empathy and self-serving interest. She could comfort you with a word and a hot drink while offering the easiest deal to make it all go away. But she didn't know if she was up to both of them at once. If the two of them started crying at the same time and staring into each other's tear-streaked faces while the rain recording played, Janis thought she might break something.
"Hey sweetie," she said, clopping up the walk in her boots behind Lucifer. "Claire," she shouted to the ultimate enemy of the demonic race, raising her voice while still yards off, "get out the cookies, I'm coming. If there are no cookies, get out the baking sheets."