Lux Opening [OPEN]

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Who: YOU. This is an OPEN log, heck yeah.
What: Lux's Grand Opening
When: Day 69, all night
Where: Lux, in the Baldr District
Rating: PG-13 to be safe—If the rating goes up in a thread, please let me know!

Welcome to Lux —

It's been under construction for about a month, and anyone in the Baldr district (or who just liked to wander) surely would have noticed the bar's construction. It was only a few days ago that the sign was finally put up—Lux.

Maybe you saw the owner's post on the network and decided to come see. Or maybe you were just walking past and was curious about the crowd of people who had gathered. Regardless, you'll be welcomed into a ritzy bar and lounge. There are some locals mingling about, and jazz is drifting through the air, since the owner is currently playing.

Should you decide to stay, you'll find that the drinks and food are very generously half price for grand opening. Or, if that's not to your taste, then surely the music and crowd will make up for it.

Welcome to Lux, the bar owned by the Devil himself.

quick jump to threads

outside lux ☄ around the bar ☄ general mingling ☄ by the stage ☄ speak with the owner

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TALK TO LUCIFER

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[After performing for about an hour, Lucifer is taking a break to meet his patrons. Or, at least get himself a martini. It's hard to miss him, since the impressive and angelic wings on his back certainly make him easy to pick out in a crowd. And, for tonight, he's open to conversation.

Call it a good mood for his opening night.]

[uglyinside]

[ Johan slips behind the bar as Lucifer takes a seat, smiling sanguinely at the man. He's going to be making your drink instead, as a way to worm himself in for good conversation and to just be a good assistant-boy. ]

Allow me.

[apostatises]

[This (and the roses) is why he hired you. Well, that and the good conversation, but getting him to admit that would be a bit difficult. He nods with an unsurprised smile, since of course his drink would be made for him. It's just something he generally expects.]

I prefer my martinis on the dryer side. [His lips quirk slightly] Shaken, not stirred, as Mr. Bond would say.

[uglyinside]

[ He loosens his tie a bit and washes his hands properly, first (he'd shaken many...many hands that night), before getting to work on that drink. He's also holding himself back from spouting out Bond trivia at Lucifer. ]

I'm both surprised and impressed. [ Did I mention he's making the perfect martini? Johan knows his mixology.] No unpleasant incidents tonight as of yet. At a place like this, some would call it a blessing.

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[His smile becomes rather pleasant]

I'll admit, I'm surprised as well. I hadn't thought that my implication that those that might cause such unpleasant incidents would be more welcome at Sky's Prize would work so well.

[His shoulders move just barely, the slightest of shrugs] Yet, I'm disappointed, in some measure. I half-expected one of my angelic brethren to come in and attempt to cause trouble. Their intimidation attempts are usually amusing to watch. I offer them a top shelf, and they set it on fire to show off. What a waste.

[uglyinside]

[ Johan slides the drink over to Lucifer, grabbing another glass and wiping off a couple of water marks with a rag right after. ]

They certainly seem a bit theatrical. I'd even call them melodramatic, though I've always had a distaste for those who had no skill in presentation.

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Overacting, perhaps.

[He tastes the drink, closing his eyes and bowing his head slightly to acknowledge that he did a good job. This puts you in a very exclusive club, Johan.]

But what they lack in finesse, they make up for in predictability. In terms of a drama, it's boring, but for constructing your own where they play a part, it has its value. They would be loath to admit it, but demons are more unpredictable than they are.

[corona]

[ Bright eyes and parted lips seem the trend for this evening; as usual there's a terrible lot to look at (too much, even), but unlike the usual spectacular fare, Lucifer's wings are more along the lines of magical.

And so she watches. Not quite from afar but - certainly not up close. Mainly she's trying to stalk without drawing too much attention. ]

[apostatises]

[It doesn't take him long to notice the attention, though he ignores it for a fair amount of time. He has a good guess over the source of the stalking, and for a countless time since arriving, he thinks with annoyance over how much trouble these wings were causing. Their practical uses were the only reason to have them at all, and he much preferred willing them away unless he had a particular need to fly. But since that was too much to ask, he had at least wished for their Fallen form, since they were both easier to take care of and less likely to give the impression that he was anything other than Lucifer.

He stops by the bar to pick up his second martini for the night, then turns to face her with a cool, distant smile.]

Good evening. Though, if I may say so, I usually have the pleasure of making someone's acquaintance before they begin to follow me around.

[glistens]

[ And at that, the brightness in her eyes fades with horror. Caught. Making it worse is that she's powerless to keep the pink out of her cheeks when she answers. ]

Um. The word "usual" doesn't generally apply with much to me, I guess.

[imhome]

[Ever since she found out that Johan and Lucifer knew each other, Nina had been curious but hesistant to find out more about their relationship.

Nina's sitting nearby but far enough to keep her distance, glancing once in a while at his direction. She's trying not to look obvious, but it probably isn't working.]

[apostatises]

[It wasn't, but luckily, Lucifer was also vaguely interested in her presence. He had first met Johan when he was dressed up as Anna, so her arrival didn't go without notice. It made a few questions about Johan come to mind, but also made things fit together in a more interesting way.

So after greeting a few faceless customers, he makes his way to her table, smiling lightly with the cool and distant charm of a seasoned businessman.]

Good evening. Would you like anything? I'll make it on the house, if you would be willing to oblige my company.

[imhome]

[She blinks in response, a little surprised he approached her. After a brief pause, Nina gives him a polite smile.]

Ah, sure. Thank you.

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Then what can I get you? We have a fine selection of wines, though I would recommend the martini, personally.

[His eyebrow quirks just slightly, his tone becoming just slightly self-mocking]

Though that would be my own preference speaking.

[imhome]

Anything would be fine. [A thoughtful pause.] I wouldn't want to impose though.

[apostatises]

It's no imposition. I'll even admit to it being slightly self-serving.

[But he leaves on that note, to return a few minutes later with two wine glasses and a bottle. He takes a seat opposite her, angling himself slightly because of the wings.]

The 2007 Fontodi Flaccianello della Pieve. It's one of my favorites, at the moment. It's also something of a novelty, since a wine from what would be a few years ahead of me, it's something I found rather darkly amusing. I hope you enjoy it.

[He pours two glasses in a controlled, elegant way, setting the bottle aside afterwards. Lucifer takes his glass and swirls it to take in the aroma, then taking an appraising sip. Obviously since he picked it, he's pleased, and sits back more comfortably.]

But to return to how this is self-serving, since that's likely of more interest to us both—You must be Johan's sister, correct?

[imhome]

[When he speaks about the wine, Nina's listens with interest. She's very impressed by how elegant everything is.]

Thank you.

[When he asks his question, Nina looks a little more serious. She's not surprised he recognized the resemblance.]

Yes, I am.

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Then it's a pleasure.

[He nods his head in something like respect, though it can't truly be called that.]

I'm sure that you already know who I am, but politesse would say introductions are still in order.

[Lucifer sets his glass down, extending his hand across the table.]

Lucifer Morningstar. The one and only.

[imhome]

[For a moment, Nina drifts back to her stunned thoughts the first time she saw Lucifer reveal his identity on the network. The same disbelief and hesitance shows on her face for a second before she composes herself. Calmly and politely, she shakes his hand.]

It's a pleasure to meet you too.

[apostatises]

[He's used to the reaction (actually, he's used to much more extreme ones), and responds by his smile becoming marginally friendlier, though not really his tone. He withdraws his hand, setting them both in his lap.]

And your name? I'm afraid Johan has never mentioned his family.

[Not that he would have really cared to know, if he had. It would have just been an irrelevant detail.]

[imhome]

Nina.

[There's a pause. Johan didn't tell her much about his relationship with Lucifer, so perhaps she could learn more from him.]

How did you and Johan meet?

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Nina.

[He repeats the name simply, like the act of doing so commits it to memory. Lucifer looks toward the piano, displayed prominently in the bar since it's something of his personal focal point. He nods toward it.]

A celebration that the gods were holding. I was playing the piano, and he requested a song.

[His eyes meet hers again]

His song choice turned the conversation towards the philosophical, which is a topic I can always appreciate.

[imhome]

[Nina smiles, trying to sound curious despite her growing concern.]

What song? And what was your philosophical conversation about?

[apostatises]

The song? "Ashes to Ashes," David Bowie. But the conversation, that was a bit more "Black Tie White Noise."

[He doesn't necessarily expect her to be familiar with the latter, since it wasn't quite the iconic song like "Ashes to Ashes." But his pause is brief, and halfway elaborates.]

About the gods who brought us here, about perspective and about the tyranny of predestination. Among other things.

[imhome]

[At Lucifer's mention of the songs, Nina's eyes widen in recognition of his resemblance to David Bowie. She thought he looked familiar.]

Ah, what do you think about the gods here?