[CLOSED] YOUR TONGUE PLOTS DESTRUCTION;

[lovesgod]

Date & Time: Evening today.
Location: A Bar.
Characters: Lucifer & Sam.
Summary: Discussing Exsilum, not being Nefarious oH NO SIREE INNOCENT OF ALL CHARGES
Warnings: Nefariousness.

[Lucifer knew the place pretty well, so he took his time and decided to walk there, meandering through the streets. If Sam didn't know who Gabriel was, there was a pretty strong chance the kid didn't know who he was either. And there were opportunities for that, especially given that Castiel and Dean had been left out of the picture. Of course, anyone else could have said something - he wouldn't have put it past Gabe, or one of the other hundred inhabitants here. But there were at least options and an opening, and he could more than do with that.

He sits at the bar and idly orders a drink. He's wearing jeans, a green shirt, a gray jacket, and has a sheathed bastard sword leaning next to his chair. The scabbard is simple, but the hilt is ornate, set with a diamond shot through with black streaks.]

Comments

[bikininspector]

[Trust the devil, is that what he's being asked to do here? Yeah, he'll put a lot of faith in a lot of creatures, give second chances wherever he'll see an opening for them.

But the devil? That's where he draws the line.]

You have intentions to what then?

[lovesgod]

Lots of things. I'd like to know more about this place, and their technology, and how the planet came to be such a wreck.

[He takes another drink.]

But if I wanted you dead, Sam, you would have never even gotten here.

[bikininspector]

[He can't argue with that, he has no doubt that it's true. That leaves the question of why the hell he's still alive unanswered though.

Whatever it is, it can't be good.]

So I suppose I can just walk out any time, no consequences?

[Yeah right. There are always consequences.]

[lovesgod]

Leave? Sure. It's only a bar. A perfectly regular type of place. And you've got as much free will as any other human being, of course.

[He gestures to the entrance.]

[bikininspector]

[But he's not sitting next to just any other human being, now is he? He fiddles with his beer.

He should take this chance.

He's not going to get anything trustworthy out of the devil.

Don't be an idiot, he berates himself. He should go home and talk to Dean. And possibly kick his ass to next week if he knew Lucifer was here and kept it from him.

So he stands up and leaves the money for his drink on the bar. He's uncertain about any of this, something tells him that he was at the verge of discovering something, but he forces that part of him to just shut the hell up. Now what does he even say?]

Nice talkin' to you.

[Not really, but it gave him a lot to think about. And he's in enough trouble without completely antagonizing the devil.

That door? He's doing his best to walk to it and not burst into a run.]

[lovesgod]

Always is.

[He smiles and tips an imaginary cap. Then, he slips the money back into Sam's pocket and covers the beer himself. The least he can do, after all. It's likely that Sam will feel the devil's eyes on him out the door and a long way up the road. For a while, Lucifer just sits there, contemplating the feeling of Sam, of the concept of having Sam's skin back, of everything the two of them are.]