It was another one of Those Weekends, and Lucifer, for his part, had absolutely no interest and going out to see Steamboat Rougey or whatever the hell had probably become of Duke. This thing the island was doing was entirely too PG for him, thank you.
He wandered through the living room in his silk bathrobe, flicking his lighter multiple times. It sparked, but somehow failed to produce a single working flame.
"Bugger," he snarled irritably. "Right. More scotch it is, then."
[[ expecting one, CW for casual drug use ]]
He wandered through the living room in his silk bathrobe, flicking his lighter multiple times. It sparked, but somehow failed to produce a single working flame.
"Bugger," he snarled irritably. "Right. More scotch it is, then."
[[ expecting one, CW for casual drug use ]]