here it comes, here it comes

It's two in the morning, the music's cranking, you and everybody else around you are either drunk or high or both, if not because you've been doing shots at the bar or smoking in the bathrooms, then because the atomsphere's so pumping that you feel good just being here.

In the middle of everything is Lucifer, orchestrating the chaos at the center of the party and completely in his element.

And he's waving you over.


(Open PSL for anyone who might want to bump into Lucifer at Lux. Hit me with whatever random tag you like at any time!)