A Penthouse Somewhere In Baltimore, Thursday Evening? Night? Friday Morning?

[my_own_advocate]

Well, the sugar binge had to end somewhere. Seivarden and Lucifer had shown up here sometime into the afternoon, and at some point, Lucifer noticed that he had passed out.

Or rather, he noticed he was waking up after passing out, and he had at least three limbs on him that didn't belong to him. In a moment of brief confusion, he forced his eyes open to check that they were, at least, attached to some humans.

Yes. Thankfully.

Though he was still a bit fuzzy on where he was, and none of these limbs appeared to belong to Seivarden.

And calling for Seivarden would wake everyone up.

Hm.

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[1000yearstoolate]

"People seem good at turning anything to do with sex into affairs," Seivarden said. "I don't think I'll ever quite figure it out."

They reached the flower shop and the door to the stairs leading up to her apartment.

[my_own_advocate]

"People can be very strange," Lucifer said, and let go of her in front of those stairs, "Because they can be bloody awful, frankly, darling."

His mouth curved a bit. "Get to your painkillers quickly. I'd hate for you to get a terrible hangover from a rather good night."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I know they can."

She leaned in to give him a kiss.

"That's why I like you. Don't worry about it though."

She grinned, took a step back and turned towards the door.

[my_own_advocate]

"I won't," Lucifer called.

With her, anyway.

He waited. Might as well make sure Seivarden made it up safe and sound before he left.

[1000yearstoolate]

She fumbled a bit with the key, but got the door open, and then stumbled a little up the stairs. Issa sat waiting for her in the hall.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Of course not. Not on purpose. No, you tempt people. Enable them."

"You're not the devil. Not to me.

"But if I was that guy, could you accept me?"

"I don't know!"

Sucked in a breath and turned to walk back, back towards the road that led to his huge, empty bloody mansion up ahead.

"Why are you here? You could go anywhere."

Because he'd thought he'd had friends.

"Of course not. Not on purpose."

"You can change!"

"Yes, but who are you trying so hard to become?"

"Nobody. I'm completely unbecoming."

He was home before he even realized it. Home, being some strange, alien word applied to a house too big in a city too small, and the only respite was his hands falling onto the keys as his tired body fell on the seat behind the piano.