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]

Seivarden woke up with a slight headache, which wasn't that unusual. She was lying on her back on a couch, which might have been comfortable if someone else wasn't taking up most of the space. On the other hand she had an arm wrapped around her, that was nice, and maybe she should go back to sleep, but no, she needed a glass of water

Slowly easing out from under that arm, she sat up, looking around.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer peeled an arm off of his own chest, attempting to sit up. He failed, but he caught sight of the top of Seivarden's head, and pushed an arm up in greeting.

Which he only hoped she could see, honestly.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden saw the movement in ut of the corner of her eye and turned her head.

"Do you need rescuing?" she said quietly, not wanting to wake anyone else up.

She grinned though.

[my_own_advocate]

How to communicate that?

... Lucifer settled on a thumbs up. Yes. That.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had to step over a few people before she reached Lucifer. She crouched next to him.

"Are you sure?"

She was still smirking.

[my_own_advocate]

"There is a lovely brunette currently obstructing my legs and I'd like to remove myself without waking her," Lucifer whispered, "and you're not funny."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Of course I'm funny," Seivarden whispered back, but she did try to carefully lift the lovely brunette enough so that Lucifer could get his legs free, without waking her.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled his legs away gingerly, quickly scooting his way up the bed.

And then off.

"Much better."

He'd been fond of the brunette, he vaguely remembered, but it was also nice being able to breathe.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Time to leave?" Seivarden asked, looking around. "It looks like this party is over."

Orgy, Seivarden. Also:

"I should probably find my clothes first."

[my_own_advocate]

"Wouldn't want to wear out our welcome," Lucifer agreed quietly.

He was tired. Very tired. But the kind of tired he'd prefer to sleep off in his own home.

He reached down to pick something off the floor, and--

"Oops, harnass."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I don't think you wore that when we got here."

Seivarden spotted one glove on the floor and reached for it. "Where is the other one?" she whispered.

[my_own_advocate]

"I wouldn't have much use for this one to begin with," Lucifer said dryly, dropping the harness. "And I don't know. Did you check by the blonde with the biceps?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"There it is!"

She glanced at those nice biceps as she carefully tugged the glove from under the blonde's shoulder.

"Did you see how she took them off?" Seivarden whispered to Lucifer as she slipped them on, then reached for her underwear nearby.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled his boxer-briefs and his previously-nicely-pressed but now rumpled trousers off the floor by the side of that one-- what was his name again?-- with the nice abs.

"The trick with her teeth?" he whispered back. "I had a feeling you were into that. Heh."

[1000yearstoolate]

"It's not everyone who gets the importance. You know that's inspiring."

She slipped into her own trousers and picked up her shirt, frowning. Holding it up showed a large wine stain.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer glanced over. "That's unfortunate," he said, taking a few steps to gingerly free his own shirt from the sex swing. "You did bring a coat, didn't you?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Of course I did. The green one."

She stepped over two people sleeping, wrapped in each other's arms, looking around, then nearly stumbled over a dildo.

"They really had quite a collection of toys.

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't remember you complaining about it," Lucifer said, buttoning up his shirt as he idly stepped around an empty bottle of lube.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I wasn't complaining."

Seivarden threw a grin in Lucifer's direction. She picked up one of her shoes.

"Now where's the other one? Oh, and those boots are so nice. She didn't let me take them off though."

Knee-high, red leather. Owner of them mumbled in her sleep and rolled over on to her back.

[my_own_advocate]

"They were a vital part of her aesthetic," Lucifer said, leaning down to pull out his jacket from under the bed. "Wasn't it nicer with the boots on?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Always a dilemma. Leave on or take off."

She slipped on the stained shirt and stepped into one of her shoes.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer straightened his shirt before he tugged on the jacket. Straightened that, too, spending some time tugging on his sleeves to get them just right.

"I think in this case, she made the best possible decision for you."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden just smiled fondly at Lucifer.

"There it is."

She picked up her jacket and pulled it on, tugging it close without buttoning it, trying to cover the stain.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snatched up his own shoes and turned to Seivarden, raising his eyebrows. "Ready?" he asked quietly.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Almost."

She stepped close to Lucifer, threw a glance across the room, then wrapped an arm around his waist and leaned in to kiss him.