Party At LUX | Open PSL | Turn Down For What

[lightsthesun]

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.


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[detectivemiracle]

[ She was supposed to have Trixie at home tonight, but plans changed - a friend invited her for a sleepover at the last minute, and Chloe found herself with no plans and an empty apartment.

She could've curled up on the couch with some ice cream and Netflix, but these days, she wants to do things like that with Lucifer next to her. And Lucifer is playing club host tonight.

So here she is - she put on a skirt and let her hair down, which still makes her look underdressed for the usual Friday night crowd at Lux, but that hardly makes a difference when the bouncers all know her by name and she gets waved through with a smile and a "nice to see you, Detective".

She hears the piano music before she even gets into the room, and smiles as she slides through the press of people to the top of the stairs. He's in his element, playing for a rapt audience, looking as incredibly handsome as ever. She watches him from above for a bit, but she can't stay even this far from him for too long.

Chloe would normally avoid making herself the center of attention, stick to the edges of the crowd until he finishes the set and finds her, but it just pleases her so much to see him back here like this - he hasn't really had much chance for it since he got back from Hell, and that was also the last time she had hung out in the nightclub itself, futilely seeking ways to feel closer to him. She can get close to him now.

She sidles through the crowd, breaks through the unspoken buffer of space the audience puts between themselves and the piano, and leans against it as he plays. Reaches for the perpetual glass of whiskey sitting on top, she grabs it and takes a sip. Lots of people are looking at her, but she finds she doesn't really care. It's Lucifer's attention she wants, and she's confident she has it. ]

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[He's in the middle of a slow, sultry rendition of Take Me to Church when Chloe breaks away from the perimeter of the crowd and steps into the spotlight, Lucifer's eyes rising from the keys to find hers. He sits up straighter, shoulders rolling back, a smile mostly hidden by the mic in front of him crinkling the corners of his eyes.] There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin --

[Despite the very obvious distraction that Chloe presents - he can't help it, he looks her up and down surreptitiously from under his lashes - he doesn't pause or stumble, sure fingers finding their way along the keys as naturally as if he were born to do this, eyes following her every movement as she reaches across the baby grand for his whiskey.] Only then I am clean, Amen, Amen --

[There's a pause at the end of the verse, the last note ringing loud as a church bell through the silence of the room, and then Lucifer takes a breath, closes his eyes, leans fully into the mic at the uptick of the chorus, the deep, heavy notes rattling through his chest.] Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog in the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife -- [The song picks up speed, crescendoes.] Offer me that deathless death, Good God, let me give you my life... [And then abruptly ends and Lucifer's hands drop away from the keys. He earns himself some exuberant applause and, where he'd usually bask in it before launching into his next song, Lucifer only turns his full attention to Chloe, smiling widely.]

What a nice surprise! [As if by some unspoken agreement, someone kicks on the stereo and, like a spell suddenly being broken, the room is filled with an electro-beat and his audience dissipates, meandering to refresh their drinks at the bar, heading back to the dancefloor and Lucifer pushes away from the bench, clambering to his feet.] You never said you were coming tonight! Were you missing me that much?

[detectivemiracle]

[ Chloe can't pretend to know much about music. She can plonk out a couple of tunes on the piano if she has to, though her voice lessons ended at a really young age when it became clear she couldn't carry a tune.

But she knows what she likes, and she likes the music Lucifer makes. And, more importantly, it makes him happy. He's relaxed, eyes crinkled in a smile, watching her, and there might as well not be anyone else in the room for a few moments as he performs.

There's no murder case, or celestial nonsense looming overhead for the moment.

The song ends, and the crowd begins to disperse as the regular throbbing dance music picks back up. It's easy, somehow, completely easy and natural for her to reach for him as he approaches, tugging on his jacket, smoothing hands over his lapels with a smile. ]

Maybe I did. Trixie would rather spend the night with a friend than with me. I think she's starting to think I'm boring.

[lightsthesun]

And I'd usually be the first to agree with her but this is a welcome change. Hello. [A wandering hand finds its way into her hair as he dips down to kiss her, long and lingering, ignorant of the eyes that are likely still watching them from the sidelines.] Well, if it was me you wanted, you've got me. Want a drink? [He reaches for the remains of the cigarette smoldering in the crystal ashtray next to his half-empty glass.] You're welcome to polish mine off if you like. Plenty more where that came from.

[detectivemiracle]

[ There are a lot of people watching them, as is usually the case when Lucifer is in a room. He's just always the center of attention. It's weird, but he's so focused on her, she still melts into the kiss easily.

She grabs the glass, happy to finish off his drink. ]

What about a dance?

[ She's also not normally a dancer, but, well. Why not? Especially with all these... ridiculously... glamorous... women watching. ]

[lightsthesun]

Really? [He'd love to! But Chloe usually only dances with him in public after she's downed a couple mai tais and he's badgered her about it for an hour or two, tapping at her shoulder every ten minutes to chime but you love this song and I promise you can stand on my feet as much as you like until she caves. He's worse than a child.] Who are you and what have you done with the real Chloe Decker?

[detectivemiracle]

[ He does have a point - Chloe knows she's not a great dancer, rarely bothers in public. But - the last time she danced here, had been when he was in Hell. When she thought she'd never see him again, and Lux was just a place where she went to feel like he might be near.

She wants to replace that memory with something else, something better. Something happy. Because, right now, that's what she is. Happy. ]

You know, there could be whole other sides of me you've just never seen.

[ She takes his hand, tangles their fingers together as she leads him towards the dance floor. ]

[lightsthesun]

Is that right? Hopefully they're decidedly more pleasant than the sides of me you've seen. Then again, I doubt anything could be much worse. [And yet here she is, lacing her fingers through his seemingly without a thought, as though everything about him isn't monstrous and Lucifer can't help but grin only a little self-deprecatingly.] But if two left feet is all you've got to show me, Detective, I'm sure I can handle it.

[It doesn't take any persuasion on her part to get him moving as he follows eagerly at her heel, the hand she's not holding grazing over the small of her back to guide her - he is, after all, a head taller than most of the people around them and can see where the crowd is at its thinnest - allowing himself to be tugged through the usual throng of people congregated in the center of the dancefloor. He leans down close to her ear so that he doesn't have to shout to be heard over the music.] Though now I'm curious what else you could have to show me.

[detectivemiracle]

[ One of these days, she is going to sit him down and point out to him (again) that I have seen far worse than anything you could ever show me because it's true. But tonight, she's just going to have to roll her eyes and sigh at his self-deprecation, because tonight what she wants is fun. For both of them to have fun.

She may have two left feet, but this music has a nice, thudding beat and it's easy to just wrap her arms around him and let him move her to it. He's just going to have to keep being amazed every time she touches him, because she's not going to stop. ]

I did have a bit of a "wild child" phase, if you'll recall. Maybe you just need to pull it out of me?

[lightsthesun]

If it involves nudity and a hot tub, I'm there. Just to get you into the right mindset, of course. My intentions are purely honorable. [Except they're definitely not. He's just going to keep tugging on that thread, like that isn't a fantasy they've already discussed at length before now. They'll get around to it eventually but he's enjoying just being here with her, nudity not even required which isn't something he'd have thought possible even a few years ago. Is he perhaps growing up? Just a bit?] Or maybe you should get something pierced? [Or maybe not.] Or go full-Britney and shave your head?

Except don't, because then I couldn't do this. [The fact she's wearing her down for once is a treat and Lucifer takes the opportunity to rake his fingers through it, pushing the length of it over her shoulder, fingers resting at the nape of her neck.]

[detectivemiracle]

[ Chloe snorts. ] Your intentions are never pure, and... well, only sometimes honorable.

[ He can certainly be a gentleman when he wants to be! ]

On second thought, maybe I am just super boring. [ His hand is warm against her neck, and she tilts her head up at him, perhaps almost challengingly. ] Way more boring than a lot of the women here right now, probably.

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If that's really what you think then I feel like I should apologize. [He leans closer, the scruff at his jaw grazing over her skin as he mutters into her ear, like he's whispering a secret.] A short skirt and lip injections don't make someone interesting, Detective, believe me. Don't get me wrong, you are boring - [In the sense that she'll probably never let him snort coke out of her bellybutton or lube him up during an orgy.] - but, in case you hadn't noticed, I rather like boring. Very much.

I'd go so far as to say I don't know where I'd be without it.

[detectivemiracle]

Hmm. I suppose I'll accept that.

[ She grins at him, almost Cheshire-like, because she's still definitely planning on that Hot Tub High School reenactment soon, she just has to find the perfect bikini for it. Try to call her boring after she fulfills one of your greatest desires! ]

Should we hang a sign around your neck or something? "Lucifer likes boring now"? Or are you still trying to maintain a reputation?

[ Her own hand finds its way to the nape of his neck, scratching there lightly. ]

[lightsthesun]

Can we pretend it's against my will for a bit longer? Just to ease my legions of fans into the idea. I mean, can you even begin to imagine their disappoinment? [Think of his Instagram following, Chloe! Two-thirds of the people on there are only interested in him on the off-chance that he might be available which, a few short months ago, would most certainly have been the case.]

[detectivemiracle]

I hate to break it to you, but... I think the cat's already out of the bag, here.

[ Chloe, ever observant of her surroundings, gives Lucifer a peck, then nods in the direction of a ravishingly-dressed dark-haired woman near the bar. ]

I'm pretty sure I saw her on the cover of a Marie Claire at my dentist's office a couple weeks ago. She's been trying to get your attention since you stopped playing.

[ And she's not the only one who's clearly noticed Lucifer only has eyes for the dowdy, pushing-forty cop since she walked in. ]

[lightsthesun]

Mm, you know, I think you're right. I'm really not L.A.'s most eligible bachelor anymore, am I? [And he couldn't sound more thrilled at the prospect as he says it, like the thought's only just occurred to him. There's actually a sense of relief he hadn't expected that comes with the realization, a tension eeking out of him at, for once, not needing to pretend to be something he's not anymore. He can just be here, can't he? With Chloe, easy and uncomplicated.]

[Except nothing's ever that easy, is it? He follows Chloe's lead, allowing his attention to slide away from her for just a moment and over to the woman she's indicating at the bar.] Ah. She probably can't help it, in fairness. Not everyone's as immune to my charms as you are, Detective.

... Sorry? [He's not sure he should be apologizing - he's never really thought about his innate, irresistible appeal to humans as a downside before now - but it seems like the safest course of action.]

[detectivemiracle]

[ The way his face brightens at his sudden realization - like it's only just occurred to him - is enough to make Chloe's heart skip a beat. It's that almost childlike happiness without pretense that she doesn't see all that often, but she loves it - loves the way it makes him look younger, less careworn. Happy.

She has to laugh again at his almost-abashed apology, though. ]

Are you seriously apologizing to me for your... whole... thing? [ She waves a hand vaguely at him, still laughing. ] Don't. I'm not angry about it. Or jealous. I have been jealous, in the past. [ She admits that with a rueful sort of half-shrug. ] But not anymore.

[ She spares one last glance at the supermodel. ]

Though I might not mind putting that sign around your neck. [ Though the look on her face for a moment suggests the sign might actually read "property of Chloe Decker". ]

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[With regards to his apology.] Yes? I mean, I'd tone it down but it's a force of habit. There's still one person I'm desperately hoping will fall for it one day. [A beat.] And I do mean you, just to be absolutely clear.

[His attention doesn't waver for even an instant - why would it when the woman he loves is in his arms? - though he shoots her a roguish grin.] I can think of something better.

[There's a break in the music and Lucifer takes the opportunity to kiss Chloe hungrily on the mouth, pulling her flush against him.]

[detectivemiracle]

[ Chloe is about to make some sort of quip - who knows what it would've been, because he's pulling her against him and kissing her like that, and she instinctively tenses for a moment, not because of him but just because she's boring and they're in public and she's extremely aware of that fact.

But the kiss is too damn good to stop him, too good to push him away, not when the way he kisses her lights her up from the inside out and makes her toes curl in her sensible pumps.

Eventually, they do have to part for air, at least, and she huffs at him faintly, cheeks flushed - with embarrassment, arousal, probably both? ]

I've fallen for you. [ She gently corrects him after a moment. ] I think that's better.

[lightsthesun]

[It still astonishes him, however much she says it, regardless of how often she goes to the trouble of reminding him that loves him. It catches him off-guard and the mischievous gleam in his eye from a moment before - the plan had been to make everyone else jealous but that's fallen to the wayside now - melts away to something warm, soft and, as tempted as he is to duck his chin to hide it, he doesn't. It's a look he reserves solely for her.] You've got me there, Detective.

[And then he's dipping back in for another kiss, completely unlike the last in its gentleness, as sweet and sincere as any he's even given her.]

[detectivemiracle]

[ The sweet, earnest kiss is somehow better than the hungry one. The latter was physically arousing in all the best ways, but this - this is something else entirely. A feeling of rightness that she really only experiences with Lucifer, a bubbly-champagne sort of feeling in her gut, a silly smile on her face, and yeah. Yeah, there are probably some jealous lookie-loos around them, but Chloe couldn't care less. ]

Are you happy?

[ Because she is, and he looks it, and she just wants to ask him. Wants him to say it. Chloe Decker always just wants the ones she loves to be happy, and maybe Lucifer most of all. ]

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[The next song is slower and Lucifer's content just to stand here with her, gently swaying with her arms wrapped around his neck, holding her close.] I'm starting to understand that I was never truly happy until I met you.

[detectivemiracle]

[ That is both incredibly flattering - who wouldn't want to be another person's source of happiness? - and also somewhat infuriating. Not at Lucifer - but at, well, she's not even sure who. He's an immortal being who's been around since before the dawn of time and in all those eons of existence, no one has ever managed to make him happy? Not even his own family?

This absolutely amazing man. - Devil, angel, whatever - how has no one seen how much he deserves happiness and tried to give it to him?

But she does. She sees it. She sees it right now, in the way he's holding her and looking at her like something infinitely precious, and every time he looks at her like that, she inexplicably falls in love with him a little more. ]

Well. I'm doing something right, then.

[lightsthesun]

[It's a wonder that he isn't more bitter about it, that he hasn't allowed a billion years of -- Well. Linda had called it neglect once and Lucifer had scoffed at the notion of it. As damaged as he is, he hasn't let it sour his soul, always manages to find the best in every situation. After all, how could he spend years missing something he never really had in the first place?]

[But now that he's found it, he has no intention of letting her go.] Are you happy, Detective?

[detectivemiracle]

Yeah, I am.

[ She studies him for a moment, as if considering how to say something. ]

This... gift. I've realized something. It's not just for you. It goes both ways. I get to see how wonderful you are. How good you are for me. And I wouldn't trade that for anything.