Zevran Arainai had sex with your mom. (easy_lover) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-09 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lucifer morningstar, zevran arainai |
Who: Lucifer + Zevran.
What: Chitting and chatting.
When: Tuesday night, 10/8.
Where: Lux.
Rating: PG-13.
Status: Complete
Lux wasn't particularly busy on weeknights. Lucifer liked that, in a way, if only because it gave him time to focus on things other than customers and making sure his staff was -- doing whatever it was staff was meant to do. Some nights he did paperwork, others he just mingled lazily and drank.
And then, on some truly random nights, he actually manned the piano. It'd been a while since he had last, but he was in the mood tonight. His regular pianist didn't seem to mind the extra long break as the Morningstar expertly made his way across the keys of the piano. He was good enough where he didn't need sheet music, but not really due to creativity, and more to do with memorization and good enough improvisation skills.
Zevran Arainai hadn’t been to Lux before. His agent had been trying to get him to go for ages, but he’d always resisted. He’d been busy, he hadn’t wanted to go to a piano bar filled with boozy old queens. But when his agent asked him to go on this particular night, Zev capitulated on the agreement that his agent would leave him alone about it later on.
He wore suits more often than most people seemed to think. It had been made to fit him and looked it, a subtle grey pinstripe against black with a light green tie that matched his eyes. He’d gotten in without a single word given on his behalf, the bouncer having been a fan. Sometimes, being recognizable paid off.
Sometimes being recognizable paid off. Other times it was a complete pain in the ass: Lucifer knew this. Some days it was hard to find the will to go shopping for ordinary things because even he, who had no fame other than being rich and in the public eye, might end up in the gossip magazines and blogs on a slow day.
This guy, though. He made them into the things on more than a slow day. Lucifer quirked a brow, watched from his spot at the piano until his song was over, and then stood. He was taking a break because he felt like it, and because no one could tell him otherwise. The regularly scheduled pianist could take back over.
At the bar, he ordered his usual martini, and turned toward the newcomer to his bar. "I've seen you," he said, striking up easy conversation.
“Have you?” Zevran grinned, taking his glass of red wine and sipping it cautiously. “I have seen you as well. You are Mr. Morningstar, no?” Looking up at him, Zevran smiled lopsidedly. At five foot five, Zev was used to looking up at other people - but somehow he managed to make it charming.
And Lucifer was a good half a foot taller than Zevran, but he didn't come across as if he were trying to be imposing about it at all (so uncouth, there was really no need for all of that). He only smiled back and nodded in agreement. "Right, Lucifer Morningstar." But he thought he was rather easy to pick out when he tended to stay in his own bar.
"You're Mr. Arianai, yes? I'm afraid you've gotten a bit of attention in the gossip rags recently. Not that I follow those sorts of things." Except, yes, he obviously did if he could talk about them.
“Have I?” Zevran batted his eyelashes, well aware that it made him look sweet and innocent. “Whatever for?” Leaning against the bar, he smiled impishly up at Lucifer. Zev wasn’t going for looking flirty or handsome, but instead sweet and innocent. It was why his hair stayed on the side of his face, covering up his tattoo.
Lucifer tended to go for the sweet an innocent look, but considering that he was taken several times over, he really wasn't going there anyway. He only half shrugged and nodded a thanks to his bartender when his drink was handed over.
"Oh yes, with the most undesirable of sorts. Balthazar?" He made a face like he'd possibly just bitten into a lemon, lips twisted slightly to the side in distaste. "Horrible man."
Smiling dreamily, Zev shrugged a shoulder. “I barely know him, to tell the truth.” Not a total lie, but not the entire truth.
Biblically was probably the only knowing that Balthazar was really good for. Maybe. Lucifer loved to hate that man. Sometimes he hated to like him, but that was less often.
Still, he caught on to that smile and hid his own behind his martini glass. "No one needs to know him that well in order to be aware of his abrasiveness." A pause. "And that he's fairly decent in the kitchen." Why he was even gossiping was beyond him. Maybe it was just the need to be a bother to Balthazar even when the other man wasn't around.
“You slept with him too!” Zev couldn’t help but giggle. “He’s a delight, isn’t he? Very funny. And it is so nice to know someone who doesn’t put too much cheese in an omelet.” Zev was being honest; he’d not found Balthazar abrasive in any way. If anything, he’d just wanted to cuddle more.
Lucifer laughed at that, thinking this man a sort of delight himself. Entirely too fond and even tempered for their ornery British friend. If friend was the right word. Probably, it wasn't.
"A while back," he agreed, not really ashamed of it, even if it had been a bit of a rough romp, and not necessarily in all the best ways. "I don't know that I'd say delight. He's really more awful than you seem to be giving him credit for."
“Was he so terrible to you?” Zev blinked. “I rather ... I don’t know.” He’d been about to say that he liked him, but he wondered if that word was too strong, if he should just say he wanted to see him again. “What happened, if I may ask?”
"Oh," Lucifer said, waving a hand airily in near dismissal. "He still comes around and insults my staff and brings up stories about my family I don't want to hear." It was said almost fondly, because as much as he loved to hate Balth, he certainly wasn't going to ruin anyone else's plans over it. Zevran was pleasant, after all. And short, but that could be forgiven as easily as most things.
“Are you two related?” Hazel eyes went wide, and Zev couldn’t help but grin a little. “Perhaps gorgeous cousins brought together by a lusty twist of fate?” When he teased, it sounded like a movie he’d been in.
This man really did do sweet and innocent a little too well, and Lucifer couldn't help but be charmed over it. He shook his head, as if to say that he definitely was onto the other man for it.
"Not really, no. Not in any way that counts toward the taboo, if that's what you're asking." He'd take the compliment though, if only because he was demure like that. "We've just known each other quite a long time."
“Ah. Were you schoolboys together? Pounding erasers, as it were?” Zev winked, even as he managed to sweettalk the bartender into bringing him yet another glass of wine. “You two seem to have quite a bit in common. I am thinking that is why you two feather ruffle, no?”
"Something like that," Lucifer agreed, hiding a smile behind his hand because he just couldn't help it. He rather wanted Balthazar to hang around this one more, just to see if his mood would improve somewhat.
"Enough of that though. I have to say, I don't think you've been here before." And Lucifer would know. He practically lived here some days (although had a tendency to hide upstairs when it became too packed with those boozy old queens - Balthazar excluded). "What prompted a visit to Lux?"
“My agent.” Zev shrugged. “He thinks it will help my image to be more cultured, what with all of the controversy around my profession. I said that controversy will not stop people from watching me do what I do.” Accepting his glass of wine, Zev tucked his hair behind his pointed ears.
Lucifer rose an eyebrow at the shape of his ears, but seemed to accept it without question. It was rather hard to be surprised by much when you dated angels, and would eventually end up being Satan, after all.
"Is that a controversial job, really? It isn't as if many people can stumble upon it accidentally."
“Oh, lately there has been an outbreak of STIs among the community of actors. The foolish ones, who didn’t use condoms.” Zev smiled, eyes and tattoo crinkling in turn. “I stumbled upon it on purpose when I found out I was rather gifted as a boy.”
"Sounds unprofessional to not use protection." Lucifer considered it, wondering if people in that profession just didn't know how to deal with paperwork and contracts competently.
"So long as you enjoy your work, I expect. I don't mean to brag, but I can only expect a visit to this establishment will do wonders for your image." Okay, it was bragging a little.
“Bragging is rather a good quality. Humility is all well and good, but sometimes you need to know that you have done a good job.” Zev shrugged a shoulder. “I do not worry about my image so much - at this point I am a bit of a poster boy for the rational people in my industry. I try to help all of us.”
"You might say you're protective of them." Lucifer really needed to back off the bad jokes, because they weren't okay. But apparently he was going for it anyway.
Snorting, Zev managed to swallow his wine before laughing outright. “Indeed, I might. But probably not, for I am not as fond of puns as you are, friend.”
"Everyone has a few faults," Lucifer said, grinning and offering a half a shrug in some small apology.
“And apparently mine is being a bit too fond of my one night stands,” Zev winked. He’d come because his agent had asked him to, sure, but he’d also hoped that certain grumpy people would be here.
"He tends to show up on weekends," Lucifer said, throwing the shorter man a bone. No one could ever say he wasn't a giving sort of man. "It gives him time to make fun of my violinist, as well as ruin the flow of the kitchen by sending plates back."
“That is so very rude!” Zev pretended to scoff, but he was smiling, a rather stupid smile that if he’d known he was wearing, he’d have immediately thought of something sad. The elf hated being too obvious, and he was being very obvious.
He really was. Lucifer didn't mind, it wasn't as if he, despite all his own personal reprimands to remain discrete, didn't go a little sappy when he thought of Samandriel.
"Terribly rude. Perhaps you can get him out of my hair more often. He's much less rude when he's the one doing the cooking."
“It is because he is a bit of a control freak out of fear of being hurt again. I knew that from the way he holds his wine glass.” Assassins were all amateur psychologists, really.
"Maybe," Lucifer said, looking interested and bemused despite himself. "But I'm afraid I'd rather just think poorly of him, if it's all the same."
“That is a fair thing,” Zev shrugged. Not everyone in the world liked everyone else. Plus, more for him. Well. Maybe. If he ever saw him again.
"Weekends," Lucifer reassured, winking and raising his glass to the elfish man, as if he knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Anyway, it was a pleasure meeting you, but if we chat much longer, I'm afraid I'll be in all those TMZ blog posts tomorrow."
“Only if I say that I have touched your penis. Do not worry, I will say that your penis has stayed delightfully hidden from me.” Zev winked, then wandered off with his wine glass to go flirt with a bartender.