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.

[[ for that radchaai. liable to involve some level of NSFW ]]

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[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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Sentimental," Lucifer murmured, but he sounded fond about it this time.

Fond enough to kiss Seivarden a second time, in fact.

[1000yearstoolate]

Things were back to normal, or so Seivarden thought, so she felt she had an excuse to be sentimental.

After the second kiss she smiled. "Let's go home."

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm, yes," Lucifer said, taking one more wistful look at the room and the remains of all their debauchery, and snuck his feet into his shoes.

He reached into his pocket for his car keys, and stepped into the hallway.

[1000yearstoolate]

"This was a great idea."

That had been hers, but she wasn't going to take credit for all of it.

[my_own_advocate]

"I can honestly say you've had much worse," Lucifer said, smirking at her.

It had at least helped him shed some of the repressed unease from his conversation with Duke on Wednesday.

[1000yearstoolate]

A conversation which Seivarden knew nothing about, and she preferred it that way.

"I know I've had worse."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "We'll have to do this again sometime," he said, smacking the down button on the elevator.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I wouldn't complain." Seivarden said, moving closer to kiss Lucifer again as the elevator doors slid open.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, looking for a final encore?" Lucifer asked, dragging her into the elevator with her until his back hit the wall.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Even if I had the energy the elevator ride is a bit to short," Seivarden chuckled, wrapping her arms around Lucifer's neck.

[my_own_advocate]

"There is always the emergency brake," Lucifer said, amused. "...But I'm a bit tired as well."

The sugar crash was hitting him hard.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'd actually like to sleep."

She leaned her forehead against Lucifer's shoulder as the doors slid shut and the elevator began to move downwards.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's still a bit of a drive," Lucifer said.

Though that only meant he had to stay awake.

Bugger.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I can sleep in the car," she pointed out. "Although we could take a cab if you're too tired to drive. It's a bit too late to get a room here."

She frowned.

"What time is it?"