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Who: Gin wingsofsilver & Lucifer lucifer_aeterna
What: One could say this is courtship but... well...
When: Today!
Where: At a very classy, very expensive yet unnamed restaurant.
Warnings: The Devil.
It should probably go without saying that when Lucifer had waved him over earlier this evening for conversation, the last thing Gin had expected was an invitation (or more like an order) to dinner. After all, since his whole thing with Aphrodite, Gin had come to not even expect Lucifer to give him the time of day, much less a request for an outing. He could be honest with himself, Aphrodite was a goddess after all and high ranking deities were, as Gin had unfortunately discovered, pretty fucking amazing in bed. So when it was evident that she and Lucifer had hooked up, the angel had scratched Lucifer's name off of his mental "available" list and gone back to work with nary a complaint.
That hadn't changed either when Aphrodite had poofed. He had mostly assumed that Lucifer was no longer interested in young, inexperienced (by Lucifer's standards, not his. No way.) partners and had moved onto bigger fish, so to speak, which was half of the reason he said nothing to his boss. The other half was that by now Gin knew full well that Lucifer did whatever the hell he wanted to on his own time and the poor suckers who got caught up in his interests would just have to deal.
He wondered if he would ever stop being wrong with this guy.
So what does that make me? He thought a little wryly as he stepped out of the elevator onto the upper floors and adjusted the cuff of his shirt until it was perfectly settled. All he has to do is say 'Here boy!' and I come barking. Yeah, that's really showing him.
Giving himself one last look over to make sure nothing was out of place (white dress shirt with subtle vertical stripes, black dress pants and black dress shoes) he gave his hair a quick finger comb and started walking towards the restaurant where Lucifer had invited him out to. A part of him argued he was just being vain, that he had always placed value on his looks and this was nothing special.
Another little part knew he just wanted to look good for the asshole.
What: One could say this is courtship but... well...
When: Today!
Where: At a very classy, very expensive yet unnamed restaurant.
Warnings: The Devil.
It should probably go without saying that when Lucifer had waved him over earlier this evening for conversation, the last thing Gin had expected was an invitation (or more like an order) to dinner. After all, since his whole thing with Aphrodite, Gin had come to not even expect Lucifer to give him the time of day, much less a request for an outing. He could be honest with himself, Aphrodite was a goddess after all and high ranking deities were, as Gin had unfortunately discovered, pretty fucking amazing in bed. So when it was evident that she and Lucifer had hooked up, the angel had scratched Lucifer's name off of his mental "available" list and gone back to work with nary a complaint.
That hadn't changed either when Aphrodite had poofed. He had mostly assumed that Lucifer was no longer interested in young, inexperienced (by Lucifer's standards, not his. No way.) partners and had moved onto bigger fish, so to speak, which was half of the reason he said nothing to his boss. The other half was that by now Gin knew full well that Lucifer did whatever the hell he wanted to on his own time and the poor suckers who got caught up in his interests would just have to deal.
He wondered if he would ever stop being wrong with this guy.
So what does that make me? He thought a little wryly as he stepped out of the elevator onto the upper floors and adjusted the cuff of his shirt until it was perfectly settled. All he has to do is say 'Here boy!' and I come barking. Yeah, that's really showing him.
Giving himself one last look over to make sure nothing was out of place (white dress shirt with subtle vertical stripes, black dress pants and black dress shoes) he gave his hair a quick finger comb and started walking towards the restaurant where Lucifer had invited him out to. A part of him argued he was just being vain, that he had always placed value on his looks and this was nothing special.
Another little part knew he just wanted to look good for the asshole.