Who: Jessica and Lucifer What: Round two Where: Lucifer's apartment When: middle of the night, 3/19 Closed/Ongoing/High
Jessica had done little but throw her jacket on over the ratty tank top and jeans she’d been wearing before leaving the apartment toward Lucifer’s. If she weren’t already drunk she probably would have thought it either incredibly surreal or incredibly dumb that she had basically made a man claiming to be the devil himself in to a booty call, but she was just drunk enough that she didn’t care either way. She’d spent the day in New York, bringing as much alcohol as she could carry at one time back to her apartment, which was looking more and more like the store he had bought out, but while she’d been there she’d made the mistake of looking herself up. Looking him up. Finding out he was dead should have been a relief but everything that had seemed to happen leading up to it just made her want to drink even more. And maybe it was just knowing that Luke had left her, or maybe it was her making stupid decisions so she didn’t have to make harder ones, but she wanted not to think and the booze just wasn’t strong enough.
She followed his directions and found his apartment easily enough, knocking quickly once she got there.