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[samael_diablo]

The door, when it opens, gives an unusually audible click. And another when it closes

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[last_adam]

It's not easy for him to come through with the kids, and that's why they don't do it often. But they're going to spend a few days in the bar, and so it is that Adam's lugging Jamie and Grace with him.

He looks around for Alanna, but comes to a halt when he sees somebody else instead.

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer gives a quick resigned roll of the eyes that says of course. Then one of the old smiles breaks out on his face.

"Well, Adam? Are you going to do the introductions, or haven't you had any manners beaten into you by your newfound life of nobility?"

[last_adam]

Adam, for his part, manages not to roll his eyes.

He nods his head first to the right, "This one is Grace," and then to the left, "and this one is Jamie. Now mind if I put them and all this crap down before I drop them?"

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer still looks amused.

"I can't imagine why you'd need my permission to avoid giving your own children brain damage."

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly is sitting in a booth with a squid in a bucket and a basket of tiny shrimp.

Sadly, this is not the start of a joke. It's not even the beginnings of a delicious seafood dinner. She's just feeding her stepsquid.

As you do.

[samael_diablo]

A pair of bare brown feet and a pair of neatly-crossed legs slide onto the table in Lilly's line of sight, behind the basket.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly glances up and then starts to grin.

"Hi, Lucifer. Long time, no feet in my food. How goes?"

[samael_diablo]

Instead of answering, Lucifer looks at the shrimp and the squid.

"Your food? Do you hand-rear all of your calamari dinners?"

[un_fallen]

Most would say that Raguel's been drinking heavily tonight. He's not been having anything very strong, but he's been here for quite a while. Whether this affects an angelic constitution or not is anyone's guess. If he were completely sober, he probably wouldn't be beating the back of his head against the wall like that, looking pitiful, but when at last he comes to a painful-looking decision, his steps do not waver as he approaches Lucifer's table.

"Evening," he begins, because 'Good' is just more than he can manage right now.

[samael_diablo]

Predictably, Lucifer says: "Observant of you, Raguel."

He noticed the head-beating, but he decides not to say anything just yet. Out of the goodness of his heart.

[un_fallen]

That is kind of him. So far.

"Yeah, thanks, I've been working on that."

He sways slightly and catches onto a nearby chair to stop. His expression dares Lucifer to notice, though he probably already has.

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer's eyebrows go up.

"Much as I appreciate your efforts to topple over and prostrate yourself in front of me, you might want to consider sitting down."

[puckishly]

At some point either before or after Lilly and the squidlet, an otter scampers curiously over to Lucifer's table.

Who knew he was the type to acquire Animal Friends? :O

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer looks down at his new Animal Friend with no real expression.

"If you try to mate with my leg or urinate in my drink or anything of that nature, I will throw you into a wall," he says, sounding friendly enough.

[puckishly]

The otter sulks.

Now, *really.* I shall have you know I have been thoroughly house-trained.

... His voice may sound kind of familiar.

[samael_diablo]

"...why am I not surprised."

Lucifer makes no effort to pat the otter, but at least he doesn't seem to be about to kick it, either. That would require far too much effort, his body language says.

[a_lioness]

Alanna comes back, eventually. This time she's off-duty, and it's Grace with her arms around her neck. It's easiest, they've found, if they rotate the triplets to keep them from getting bored.

Claiming a seat, Alanna settles Grace in her lap and looks at Lucifer with something like resignation.

"Hello again."

[samael_diablo]

He seems to have forgotten about the purple eyes, but they're still there. Lucifer laughs, quietly.

"All things considered, Lioness, you could have done a lot worse. Adam might have had a mother. She might have tried to foist some horror of an ancient wedding dress on you."

[a_lioness]

There's only one other person she's used to seeing with purple eyes. It's unsettling; allowing herself to admit that calms her somewhat. Briefly, she looks as if she's dispassionately considering what it would cost her to demand a change, but the expression fades, and she doesn't bother to hide her smile.

"Quite true," she agrees. "Of course, if we'd had a traditional wedding, I'm sure Thom would have attempted something similar."

And the gown would have been chartreuse. Naturally.

[samael_diablo]

Lucifer's mouth quirks as Grace squirms and makes an odd face, seemingly at nothing.

"At least she might have better fashion sense than her uncle. Not that that would be difficult."