So a Demon and the Devil walk into a bar...

[yellow_snakeyes]

Who: Lucifer (lucifer_aeterna ) and Crowley (yellow_snakeyes)
What: DRINKING
Where: The Chubby Hippo
Why: Why not? :O
Rated: idek PG-13? D:
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[lucifer_aeterna]

He'd barely arrived, and already things were looking up. Some friendly greetings (and some not-so-friendly, but that was only to be expected), a chance to catch up with old colleagues - all in all, a pleasant experience. So when he sauntered into the bar, Lucifer's gait was relaxed and he wore a small smile - a smile he managed to keep despite the distaste he felt for the venue. He'd done it so much better.

But what could he expect? So few had good taste. He sat next to Crowley and ordered a brandy. When it came, he swirled it carefully before taking a sip, then grimaced. That was intolerable. But easily fixed - if that were the worst thing he encountered here, this would be a better retirement than he'd imagine. A small application of will and he had something worth drinking, if merely an imitation.

"I was surprised to see you here, Crowley. So very far from home."

[yellow_snakeyes]

Drink first, smite later? Was that how he was playing it? Well, that was alright, Crowley supposed. Maybe he wouldn't notice being smote so much if he got drunk enough. Though it was probably a bad idea to get totally pissed in front of your boss...ex-boss? Boss. Safer to assume that until Lucifer told him otherwise. Right? Right.

He was thinking too much. Crowley ordered another vodka.

"Home's gone," he said with what might be considered a casual shrug. He still hated to think that. He'd gone and got attached, and this was where it left him. Sitting at a bar in the middle of an alien space station with the Prince of Lies himself.

...Not that he would have ever in a million years pictured this particular scenario were he asked to imagine what he'd be doing after the world ended.

The vodka burned on the way down, but that was alright. It distracted him for one tiny, blissful instant. "I was surprised to see you here too, honestly."

[lucifer_aeterna]

"I'm sure it's temporary." Elaine was more than capable of fixing it, though he was surprised she would mess up so badly. Still, it wasn't his problem any longer. He'd meant what he said - it had to be all her work, no outside advice. Still, he drank a little deeper of his brandy than he'd intended thinking about it. "Do you know, I almost miss it?" he asked, his tone one of faint surprise. It shouldn't be so shocking; he'd spent so much time on the place, after all. But he'd really thought he was done with it, had severed all ties. Perhaps he hadn't done quite so well at it as he'd thought.

Lucifer turned to look at Crowley and smiled. "Call it my farewell tour." One last round about Creation, visiting all the parts he hadn't had time for lately. Why not? "You don't have to look so nervous."

[yellow_snakeyes]

"You seemed pretty keen to have it all over with eighteen years ago," Crowley pointed out almost before he could stop himself. Well, if he was going to go anyway...

He glanced sideways at the man beside him for a moment and then returned his gaze to the bar top, absently shoving his glasses up his nose with a thought. "'M not nervous," he muttered.

[lucifer_aeterna]

Lucifer shrugged. He produced a cigarette case from a suit pocket and took one out, lighting it with one tiny whisper, "Fiat lux." An old blasphemy, but one of which he was still fond, even under the new order. It seemed old habits never truly died after all.

"That was before Yahweh decided to leave." And try to force him and Michael to take His place, but there was no reason to go into that.

He glanced at Crowley in amused disbelief when he heard his denial. "You're trying to lie to me?" Lucifer wasn't angry, merely astounded that he'd try, particularly when the truth was so obvious.