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wayward_sunThe Devil enters from - not his bedroom this time, but Lux, his nightclub.
You can tell from his slightly disheveled appearance and the very loud music the door closes on.
"Hey," he says. "You do move about, Magic Door. Sneaky."
He beams brightly at no one in particular and adds, "But you take me here, so I forgive you."
He ambles over to the bar and orders a nice, stiff drink, because - well - it'd be a waste not to.
Up close, it seems he may have had a close encounter or two with women wearing many different shades of lipstick.
Also, he smells of at least three different colognes. Besides his own.
Busy night at Lux. Busy night.
He takes a sip of his drink and sighs with contentment.
{ooc: post and run - sorry - back after sleep in the Northern hemisphere}
You can tell from his slightly disheveled appearance and the very loud music the door closes on.
"Hey," he says. "You do move about, Magic Door. Sneaky."
He beams brightly at no one in particular and adds, "But you take me here, so I forgive you."
He ambles over to the bar and orders a nice, stiff drink, because - well - it'd be a waste not to.
Up close, it seems he may have had a close encounter or two with women wearing many different shades of lipstick.
Also, he smells of at least three different colognes. Besides his own.
Busy night at Lux. Busy night.
He takes a sip of his drink and sighs with contentment.
{ooc: post and run - sorry - back after sleep in the Northern hemisphere}
