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who: Lucifer and whomever
what: Setting up the bar, continuing to lease out floors, subtly moving Chloe's stuff over.
when: 11-16 August
where: Lux, the building, possibly all over town
warnings: Likely eventual smut in thread w/Chloe. Possible language in other threads. Will update if needed.

Getting the bar set up without Mazikeen there to do most of the heavy lifting for him, or barking at people to do the heavy lifting, was a new experience in itself. He hadn't realized how much he'd relied on her to do so much for him. The day to day things. The contracts. The bills. Even the hiring of staff had been left in her capable hands. Lucifer didn't have much of an inkling of what constituted as 'good' in terms of staff for his place other than 'wanted to be there and was legally allowed to be'. Finding out just how low the drinking age was in Quarantine was a bit of a surprise and he had to mandate that there'd be an age restriction on the club itself. Why? Because he was pro-sex, pro-drugs, and anti-child. Having fourteen year olds dancing around would just kill the mood for him, so Lux would have an 19+ age limit on who'd be allowed in as far as patronage.

He was also still leasing out the other floors that hadn't been rented, so far two taken up by one Stephen Strange and some pack of hooligans with odd markings all over them who he'd been told may not take too kindly to Satan being their landlord. Well, that was their problem, wasn't it?

In an attempt to fill the other floors, before Lux opened for good, he'd be hosting 'come meet your potential landlord' parties; hosting lunches and little shindigs to help get the new staff used to what he expected and to give the potential tenants an idea of what the building would be like when the bar was in swing. Lucifer was all about transparency.

He could also be found in town, looking at furniture and possibly trying to find places to recruit staff and tenants. Or possibly in Lux itself just idly playing with his piano, pleased to have it back and to be able to play as he liked.

[Please feel free to PM regarding any potential cr ideas if nothing here suits your interest. Lucifer can likely be found in a variety of places and I'm happy to have him be more accessible if needed.]

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"Ah." There's a moment of Lucifer looking slightly mollified at the clarification, then he gives Jace a bit of an eyeroll at his music selection. Really, Jace? Stairway to Heaven? Rude.

The mention of him being 'tame' also earns a huff, which he covers with another sip of his drink. "You know, you keep up with the cheeky bugger routine and I might have to find something cute and stupid to gift you as a welcoming present. Like a pet. Or a child."

Jace doesn't miss Lucifer's reaction to his choice of music or his teasing comments. And as much as he'd like to have a family, that time is not now. Not when he is such a mess and barely capable of taking care of himself.

"Cheeky bugger?" He asked, continuing to play for a moment longer. "Do I have a choice as to the type and size of this potential pet gift?"

Maybe a pet would give everyone something cute to focus on. Like Max cute, but furrier.

"Of course not. That's why it's a terrible gift. If I gave you a choice, you'd make the best of it." Jace may not believe it, but he could expect nothing but outright honesty from this version of Lucifer. Even if he didn't want to hear it. He'd been cut off more than once in his own reality from finishing his thoughts because they were too honest -- and when one's thoughts generally skewed towards the impure...

Well.

Jace had a lot of respect for anyone who was completely honest, even painfully so. Which could be beneficial if he needed someone to be blunt, no emotions clouding their honesty. No need to spare his feelings or soften the blow.

But he wasn't sure he wanted to be stuck with a gift he couldn't return. He might like it or he may find it the worst possible punishment for being a cheeky bugger. He was still amused by that. So he stopped playing and considered something carefully.

"I think I'll have to pass on the terrible gift. For now."

And the question he was considering asking. If Lucifer didn't know he was Nephilim then he probably wouldn't be able to tell him if he had demon blood.

Probably not. His world did have Nephilim, or the concept of them, and he'd find it incredibly interesting to find out which of his counter siblings was running around getting humans pregnant, but the difference between how their worlds worked was just too different for him to be too much help. He'd been the only ruler of Hell. No other princes or demon lords. Oh, there were demons, certainly, but they were all like Mazikeen. Feral and beautifully dangerous -- and very good at following orders.

"Perhaps I'll not drop one by. For now." He smiled finishing his drink, then patting at the piano. "When the club's up, do try to keep from just randomly playing. No need if it's closed."

"I'll try to be worthy of getting a peek at your wings instead of the terrible gift, but I make no promises. I've been told I'm impulsive, headstrong, and quick tempered."

Jace very lightly dragged a fingertip over the keys, making it sound a bit like a windchime, before turning away.

"When I'm finished with the renovations I'll invite you over for dinner."

"I've been told much the same." Well, it was true. He watched Jace decide he was finally finished with the piano, taking his drink with him over to the bar so he could refill it. "Sure I can't fix you a virgin something? Maybe an apple juice?"

Yes, Jace, he was teasing. It was what he did best. "That might be... interesting. Mind if I bring someone?"

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