Sara didn’t find herself a Lux often. It wasn’t anything against the establishment herself, it was simply she tended to haunt places that were much more low key, sometimes bordering on sketchy. But it had been a long ass day of fighting demons, and she wasn’t even technically on shift at the moment. Shifts didn’t matter when you were head of the defense teams and monsters were attacking both in the woods and city.
She was tired, she was just off an extra long shift (though technically she’d be ready to scramble back onto shift if she was needed), and she wanted a drink. A good one. A really nice glass of scotch. Who had really good alcohol? Lucifer, obviously.
That was out she found herself sitting at the bar at Lux, weapons still strapped to her body and still wearing her suit. Sara didn’t know if it was the look on her face that said she had little patience left in the world, or the hellsword strapped to her back, but service took no time at all. Within minutes she had a glass in her hands and the rest of the people in the bar on ignore. Praise Satan and his Scotch collection.
Honestly nightmare hands were one of the few things he hadn’t tried to torture souls in Hell. After a few entanglements with the beasts, he decided he’d truly missed out on something there. However his job now was to defeat the bloody bastards, not utilize them and while the threat continued to surge, he spent a little less time wandering the floor of Lux during opening hours and more out with a sword, putting to use the skills Dad had seen fit to imbue him and his celestial siblings with. A good poke with a sword and all that.
When his bartender told him that there was a particularly deadly looking woman at the bar drinking some of his finest, Lucifer’s expression briefly went confused as among the Outlander population, that did not narrow it down as much as the bartender may have thought. He idly wandered over with his own glass of scotch in hand and the confusion quickly became delight as he saw his good friend Captain Lance perched there, taking respite from a less than fun day.
“I would ask about the look on your face but given the current circumstances which we find ourselves in, I can assume what causes it,” Lucifer said as he sunk down onto the stool beside her, offering a sympathetic smile. “The last few days have been one of the worst hand jobs I’ve ever had without a doubt.”
Sara glanced to the side when she felt Lucifer slide into the stool beside her, and she moved her seat slightly to follow, so she could see him more clearly. Her lips twitched at the hand job joke, but she pointedly did not validate that low hanging joke.
“I need like six of these, and a vacation.” she always needed a vacation, but she never actually took one. One of these days she was just going to kidnap her girlfriend and vanish for a few days. They both deserved it. If the city burned, it burned. “I just took out a bigger one a few blocks down. Figured I’d take a break on the way back to the office while I still could.”
Sara took a generous drink from her glass, and raised it slightly towards him in a toast. “Props to your selection, by the way. I should stop in for your top shelf more option.” there were a couple of bottles up there that she would love to try at some point. The dive bars she tended to gravitate toward didn’t have these options.
“How are you holding up? I know your immortal ass is fine, but no property damage?”
That joke barely gained a response so he would have to try harder. Eliciting a response out of Sara was one of those things he took great joy in as she could be stoic like the best but just as mischievous as the rest. Lucifer may have also held a fondness for her, what with them being from a same world or at least one similar though with variations.
He held up a hand to flag down one of the bartenders. “Captain Lance will be seeing no bill tonight, make sure of that. Whatever she asks for,” he added and tapped his knuckles on the bar. As the bartender nodded and turned, Lucifer interrupted again. “Could you pull that gnome whiskey in the corner there? Thank you. Whole bottle.” He turned back to Sara.
“Well aren’t you handy?” Lucifer teased. His nose wrinkled up. “Property damage, no, not unless you count the clothing I’ve lost to the spatter. The price of wielding a sword I suppose.” As the bartender returned with the bottle, he popped the cork out to refill his glass. “One did get close but it was foiled by a scooter. I was present for the Black Plague briefly but that was still one of the saddest things I have ever seen.”
“No, hey, don’t do that. I fully planned on paying." She had multiple payment methods on her, despite the Canary suit. At the very least, she was going to mentally calculate how much she should be spending so she could make sure the bartender got the tip he deserved. Still, she offered Lucifer a grateful smile. “Thank you, really. But he’s still getting his tip.” she said with a nod to the staff who had walked away.
“Are these hand jokes going to continue until you get the reaction you want from me?” she asked, one eyebrow arching. Maybe she could spare an eyeroll. She was just so incredibly done with the monsters.
“Mmm.” she said into her glass as she took another drink. “Had to briefly stop in that time back when my ship actually worked. Got out of there as fast as possible.” even if the tech on her ship meant everyone would have been fine. “Wish I’d seen the scooter though. Best take down I’ve seen so far was an elf with a mocha pot.”
“Of course you planned on paying but I am telling you that is unnecessary tonight, Captain Lance. Unbecoming of a devil of my reputation, I know,” he added dryly. By now they both knew that the devil of Christian lore and Lucifer were two different creatures but he did enjoy a good-natured jab when among friends. “You have been working hard to keep our streets and forests safe so let Lux show its gratefulness.” He swept an arm out to indicate the club.
The only answer to her question came in the form of a cat-ate-the-canary grin from Lucifer before he took another drink. “And if you hear any that you like, please feel free to pick up Miss Evelyn with them.” That situation struck him as even funnier and may lead to the possibility of having an assassin in Lux ready to throttle him.
“Absolutely the best course. The short time I was there, humanity in Europe seemed determined to do everything detrimental to their survival.” Of course he couldn’t interfere and he’d only been there to catch a wayward demon possessing a cardinal. What an adventure that had been. Lucifer snorted into his drink. “Good Dad, I wish I’d been able to witness that one. Bloody good use of a mocha pot in estimation. We should have a contest for the best takedown. It isn’t as if there is a rule against us finding entertainment in the assortment of monsters thrust upon us.”
Sara shot Lucifer a grateful smile. She knew there were plenty of people working their asses off to keep the streets safe, including Lucifer himself. Sometimes it was just nice to hear it. And a free glass of excellent really did just boost moral sometimes.
Her smiled dropped into a side-eye and a headshake. “No thanks, but you feel free to try those on her. You’re more immortal like than I am, you stand a better chance of survival.” There were some jokes you had to pick the right Frye twin for. In this case, she didn’t think it was her Dame.
That point was hard to argue. She’d seem humanity at their best, but also their worst. Sometimes they really did work against their own survival. “I know some people have contests, even some teams, but maybe we should implement an overall best take down with prizes at the end. Food or drinks, something like that.” Some people might balk at that sort of incentivization, but people who were on the defense teams would probably jive with that.
Sara was about to open her mouth to pitch an idea, when she heard a crash and a scream. It wasn’t quite in the room, and when she turned to look, there were people looking through the door into the club. “You heard that too, right?”
“Surely you’re joking. What might be attractive on you when it comes to Evelyn is certainly going to be motivation to castrate on me,” Lucifer responded quickly. He may have been immortal and near invulnerable but there were a few among the Outlanders he didn’t feel the need to goad into coming after him for fear they might actually find a loophole. At least Sara he knew found him begrudgingly amusing.
Lucifer tilted his head thoughtfully before nodding once. “That would be an excellent idea. We could close Lux for the night and throw a party to celebrate another round of survival. With awards,” he added. So many of them were used to fighting for survival that finding something fun about it would be a nice change of pace.
Of course they would have to earn a moment to breathe in the current chaos. “Oh I heard that,” Lucifer growled before knocking back the rest of his glass and putting it down heavily on the bar counter. “I just replaced that door from the last time when something decided to enter not so subtly.” He rose to his feet and tugged at his shirt sleeves to roll them up. “This thing will certainly not be getting the five finger discount either.” Lucifer held his hand out to Sara. “Shall we have this deadly dance, Captain Lance?”
Sara grinned into her cup, taking a sip before responding, “Aren’t you supposed to be invulnerable? Unless you have a weakness to Excalibur, I think you’re going to be fine.” Surly he’d been threatened by terrifying assassins in his lifetime, even if none of them could deliver.
“You’re up for that?” The Defense Teams were…well, probably not quite Lucifer’s regular clients. Sara would be more likely to find a lot of them in a pub somewhere, but she doubted most of them would say no to a private party at a fancy club.
Right after Lucifer, Sara knocked back the rest of her drink and set in on the table with a sigh. “Lets just aim to stop any of the liquor bottles from getting smashed.” It would be the biggest tragedy short of the people in the bar who were not scattering, either looking for an exit or hiding.
Sara took his offered hand with a grin, pulling herself to her feet, before unleashing her Hellsword and turning toward the stairs. “I’d be delighted.”