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*Lucifer sits down silently; he's not smiling, but something about the way his eyes travel across Billy's face suggests he would like to be.*

Got a light?

*he's lighting a cigarette and he freezes for a second, and the look he sends Lucifer? Almost a scowl. Almost*

Oh. It's you.

Would you believe me if I said I missed you?

*Lucifer holds out a cigarette of his own*

*Billy shrugs and holds out the lighter, and he wonders what it is with him and guys that never have lighters, only it's good 'cos that way he can fool himself he's needed. Even if only for that*

Not really. You got the world.

*He lights the cigarette and laughs quietly*

I never said I wanted the world. Everyone's allowed to like certain parts of it more than others.

*he shifts his guitar to the floor and leans back, narrowing his eyes against the smoke*

That's why you're around so much, right?

*he laughs a little, too, and relents*

I kinda missed your laugh.

*and your kisses. And the way your neck arches and the sounds you make, but let's not make this too fuckin' easy too fuckin' soon, eh, Billiam?*

I kinda missed your voice.

*Lucifer leans back, kicking him under the table and smiling. Sam's back.*

And you're hardly one to talk, Billy Tallent.

*he shrugs and grins*

Got no place else to be. I'm always here.

Seen anyone of interest recently?

*And maybe his eyes move a bit to the side, and maybe his voice is a bit more uneven that it should be.*

Seen no one.

*And maybe he collapses in on himself, a little*

So I'm second choice?

I didn't mean it like that. I haven't seen him since...

*He sighs and sits up again, his fingers tapping almost unconsciously against the table. Old habits.*

It doesn't mean I'm not happy to see you. There have been too many new faces, here. Not enough old ones.

*He smiles again, something of the old heat and playfulness, a peace offering.*

I haven't seen him. I don't know if he's been here. Been in my room 'cos I'm a fuckin' pussy, just like Joe always said.

*he shrugs, takes another drag, lets it leak slowly from the side of his mouth*

You just want me for my guitar.

*and the grin is the old grin, the one that's almost a challenge*

*mockingly*

You see through me, as ever. So. Going to...play?

[OOC: Does Billy actually know what Lucifer did to Hob? Because I imagine he'd be angry as all hell about it, if he did :D]

Dunno.

*he looks at his guitar, and then at Lucifer*

Dunno if I remember how to play for other people. Maybe I only play for myself, now.

*and that's not all he's saying, not by any means. But he's a guy, and guys don't talk. It's a thing*

[OOC: No. No, he doesn't.]

Maybe you need reminding.

*Lucifer's smile brings up long songs in a dark corner and chords pressed into one tanned arm.*

[OOC: ....would he like to? *g*]

*he licks his lips, and his voice isn't quite steady. It's been a while*

Maybe so.

[OOC: um.... remind me and I'll tell you? *is crap*]

Well. Let's start at the beginning.

*An empty glass appears in front of Billy - an old game, this one. Lucifer cocks his head in a silent question.*

[OOC: Ooer. Rather nasty argument about Hob being greedy and Lucifer being cruel, then Lucifer ordered him to leave. And then went an d slept with someone else, throwing the link wide open to make him feel every second of it.]

*and he grins, slowly*

I'm all yours.

[OOC: Well, if Billy finds out, Lucifer's not getting laid, so...]

What a generous offer.

*Lucifer laughs again, leaning forward and resting his chin on his arms.*

What'll it be?

[OOC: Conundrum! Afterwards, then.]

To play? To drink? Something that'll fuck me up. You choose.

*and his hands aren't quite steady as he grinds out his cigarette, but he's doing pretty good at being normal, so far*

All right then. I'll choose the drink, and you choose the song.

*Billy's glass is now full of a ridiculously colourful cocktail. It's probably very sweet, and very alcoholic, and drunken mostly by teenage girls.

Lucifer smiles wickedly at him.*

*Billy points at him accusingly, shakes his head*

Fucker.

*and he starts playing a song that's familiar, even after years, and it feels weird singing it, feels weird without Joe's voice. Ten Buck Fuck by Hard Core Logo, and he can almost see the sneer on Joe's face when he said he wrote it for his Billiam*

*Lucifer shrugs and picks up the cocktail, sipping occasionally as he listens, frowning at the tension in Billy's expression.*

*he pinches the bridge of his nose as he finishes, looking at Lucifer with a light in his eyes that's not entirely safe, not entirely sane. He wants to hit something, drink until he passes out, smash his guitar, bite Lucifer's lip 'til it bleeds, anything that will make him feel. Or make him stop feeling. Anything that will change things*

*Lucifer sees this - wordlessly holds out another glass. This one's straight vodka.*