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The lower deck of the Fi$hizzle II had a sort of hotel room chique quality to it; Lucifer couldn't decide whether he liked it or absolutely loathed the impersonal glitz of it. It had been a while since he'd been on a boat of any stripe, as well, and the faint memory of another, much more grossly nautical vessel lurked in the back of his mind-- which didn't really help with his mixed feelings about the place.
At least the Fi$hizzle had its own bar below decks. Small favors. He lurked there, waiting patiently for the noise of the party upstairs to segue into the sound of feet on stairs.
Mr. Said Out Bitch stepped into his stateroom wearing nothing but a tiger print speedo.
"Hello," Lucifer said, lifting the olive out of his martini. "I heard you were here, so I thought I'd pay you a visit."
( No, no, no, no way, man! You got to go! )
( The whole day had been a shitshow, and Maze was done with it. )
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-love, and taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x01, 'Really Sad Devil Guy'. WE'RE GETTING THIS THING BACK ON THE ROAD. ]]
At least the Fi$hizzle had its own bar below decks. Small favors. He lurked there, waiting patiently for the noise of the party upstairs to segue into the sound of feet on stairs.
Mr. Said Out Bitch stepped into his stateroom wearing nothing but a tiger print speedo.
"Hello," Lucifer said, lifting the olive out of his martini. "I heard you were here, so I thought I'd pay you a visit."
( No, no, no, no way, man! You got to go! )
( The whole day had been a shitshow, and Maze was done with it. )
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-love, and taken and adapted from Lucifer episode 5x01, 'Really Sad Devil Guy'. WE'RE GETTING THIS THING BACK ON THE ROAD. ]]