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[wine_women_song]

*With a bounce to his step, Dionysus slides behind the bar. He gives her a welcome pat. And pauses when a bottle of champange appears in an ice bucket

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[samael_diablo]

Well, it's been a while since Lucifer took advantage of a Happy Hour. But half price wine is half price wine and the mun is now craving garlic naan something chronic.

He pushes a champagne flute carefully aside and leans on the bar.

"Chianti?"

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer's expression says: BABY.

"I suppose not."

It's not as though he's going to be volunteering to look after it.

[wine_women_song]

*Supressing his original instinct to chuckle, he nods.*

Well, that's at least some time off.

[samael_diablo]

"Time...off?"

Suspicious look.

[wine_women_song]

No no. As in you'll have some time before you have to worry about anything. You know. Time to suddenly move to an unknown address so as to be no longer reachable. Etcetera.

[samael_diablo]

"Good thinking."

[wine_women_song]

It's kept me around for this long.

*He takes a sip of wine, then looks at the clock.*

About time for me to close down the bar--you need a refill or anything else?

[samael_diablo]

"No."

Lucifer lifts his glass and nods, then heads over to sit on a table for great continuity.