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The past week and a half had been-- good. Really good. Don't-examine-it-too-closely good. As such, it was a relaxed Lucifer who made good on his invitation to miss Jones, and booked her a portal to a nice bar in town.

Not too hipster. Not too grimy. But no piano bar, either. (It would just annoy Lucifer if they found one with a terrible pianist.)

They picked Jessica up in the nearby Portalocity Alley and made their way to the bar, where Lucifer ordered a nice dirty martini and picked a spot at the bar to catch up. Not a bad way to spend a night, especially not after days of - nice, but still - isolation out on the boat.

[[ for miss Jones, those other two, and messages/calls ]]

Well. Who knew getting out of dodge in time could be this nice?

Whatever paranoia had affected them had dissipated once they'd gotten some time in the California sun. Lucifer had slept like a brick, without visions of his Mother. There had been a lovely breakfast at a very reasonable time in the morning, and then he'd shuck his jacket and gone to sit beneath the sails, soaking up sunlight.

Sure, it'd be warmer tomorrow, and warmer still the day after. It hadn't exactly been cold back home, and they were still far from Los Angeles.

But being here felt better. So he was going to spend his afternoon soaking up sun on the deck of the ship like a bloody cat and no fit of anything would stop him.

[[ for those who are here ]]