First EP

[wayward_sun]

With the fish back where they belong, mostly, things have returned to normal in Milliways.

(For certain values of normal anyway).

The door opens. A soft light filters through. A little while passes.

Then someone calls from the other side of the door.
"Maze? Maze? Why have you left - Oh, I'll just go and shut it myself, shall I?"

There's some good natured grumbling atop the rap of footsteps and then a man pokes his head through the door.
"Well, I'll be damned," he says, looking first with puzzlement and then growing delight at the sight before him.

He turns his head. "Maze. There's a portal in my bedroom closet. Did you put it there?"

And then he impulsively steps through without waiting for an answer.

Wearing an expensive, tailored suit, handsewn shoes, and an amused smile he saunteres up to the Bar, and raps the surface with a knuckle.

"Barkeep?"

Someone might want to fill in the devilishly handsome fellow?

{ooc: meet Lucifer Morningstar, the actual devil, from the TV Show bearing his name. He's very friendly and will behave. Probably. Kinda. He's not good with human conventions but he smiles a lot}

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee has drunk all the margaritas and he really should be heading back through his door, but there is a very distracting distraction in the form of this tall, dark, and handsome newcomer. Newcomer, as evidenced by his expecting there to be a bartender.

"You'll get a drink quicker if you simply ask for one, mein Herr."

He slides onto the nearest stool and leans back against the bar on his elbows. He's still wearing the tank top that says Delicious in hot pink, and luckily he's touched up his plum-colored lipstick.

[ooc: :D!!!]

[wayward_sun]

The man turns and beams at him.
"Really? Is it some sort of - voice controlled self service bar?"

That sounds so clever.

There is something about his smile. Affable, yes, but also with a hint of something -white knuckled.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, even better. She's sentient. And magical."

Emcee can't quite place what it is about the man's smile but the subtle intensity of it makes him tingle.

"Go on, ask her for any drink you could possibly want. The first one is on the house."

[wayward_sun]

"Really? How convenient. And generous. Well, in that case - a glass of your best single malt then if you please, magic bar."

The drink appears and he looks at Emcee with twinkling eyes, before taking a sip.

His joy in the experience is rather infectious.

"I am impressed. Is the selection always top notch? Oh - and a bowl of salted peanuts as well, magic bar."

They appear and he takes a sip with visible pleasure.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee is not coy about how he eyes the man up and down in a very observant and appreciative way.

"She knows her customers' tastes and serves them accordingly," he says. He could be saying the same about himself.

"What's your name, stranger?"

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer doesn't mind.
It goes along with the territory, really.


He brushes salt off his hands and offers one to shake.

"I'm sorry. How rude of me. Hello, I'm Lucifer Morningstar. "

Smiling.

[i_am_your_host]

He pauses, his neatly arched eyebrows rising.

And then he slips his hand into Lucifer's, pale and slender with just the slightest of tremors. Not out of apprehension or uncertainty. More like when a fan meets a rock star.

It figures that the Devil is hot.

"Delighted to meet you, Herr Morningstar," he says a touch breathlessly. "Please, do call me Emcee."

[wayward_sun]

"Please. Lucifer. I'm not one for formalities," Lucifer replies.

"And Emcee. Or MC?

[i_am_your_host]

"Lucifer it is," he says agreeably, his fingertips sweeping along Lucifer's palm as they withdraw hands.

He chuckles at his question. "Whatever you like. I was the Master of Ceremonies at a nightclub. You could say the moniker stuck."

[wayward_sun]

Attentive.
He likes that.

"A nightclub? What a coincidence. I own a nightclub in L.A."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee beams with delight.

"And what a coincidence, some of my favorite people whom I've met here own nightclubs," he says, implying that Lucifer could very well become one of those favorite people. He seems nice enough! "What is your place like?"

[wayward_sun]

"It's a small, exclusive place called Lux. We don't do entertainment as such. Just a couple of podiums for dancers and a grand piano. For me."

He smiles.

[i_am_your_host]

Lucifer does smile a lot.

"Ah, and you're musical as well," Emcee says, impressed, noticeably glancing at his hands with a small smirk. "So it's a place for drinking, mingling--and you. I would love to hear you play some time." Someone like Lucifer would want to be the center of attention.

Now who does he remind Emcee of?

[wayward_sun]

"And me. And all of people's dreams and desires."

As for playing -
"I really do enjoy the playing so I'd be happy too."

[i_am_your_host]

"Hot."

He pops a single nut into his mouth and licks the salt off his fingertip.

"There's a piano right over there if you feel so inclined. And I could tell you more about this place."

[wayward_sun]

"So there is. Let's relocate then. And you can tell me all about this place."

And then, to Bar, "Can I get the rest of the bottle as well,sweetheart? Do you want some?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's smile dimples his cheeks.

"Oh, well, I won't say no. Thank you."

The bottle appears along with an empty glass. "Allow me," he says, before topping off Lucifer's drink, and pouring one for himself.

He smiles up at Lucifer again and brings the bottle with them to the white grand piano.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer sits down and runs his hands over the keys.

Then he starts singing, in a low, husky voice.

"I feel a sin coming on," letting the accompaniment build from sparse notes to full on rock piano, shaking up the country roots of the song.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee leans on the piano, chin cupped in his hand, as he sways to the melody. His smile widens as Lucifer's playing intensifies, his gaze shifting from his sure and confident hands, to his lips as he sings. And his voice is, unsurprisingly, sexy. Emcee dances in place, shaking his hips and shoulders in a sensually carefree way. There's even a bit of headbanging and hair swishing.

It's a very appropriate song and he approves.

[wayward_sun]

The reaction is not unexpected.

He tends to have an effect on people. That effect to be exact.

He ends the song with small flourish and empties his glass.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee utters a bright little laugh and claps his hands.

"That was marvelous, darling," he beams, refilling Lucifer's glass for him. "You are quite the musician. I'm sure you always attract quite the captive audience."

[wayward_sun]

"Thank you. I do enjoy playing music. And -"
He drinks again, smiling against the rim of his glass - "the attention."

[i_am_your_host]

That smile is irresistible.

"Mmm, well, you may find an admirer or several if you come here often enough," he says, leaning cat-like against the piano, his own drink in his hand. "This is Milliways, by the way. Welcome to the end of the universe." He gestures with his glass toward the Observation Window.

[wayward_sun]

He looks at the wi die, momentarily transfixed.

"The end, you say."

His voice is soft.

So thanks what it will look like. When it gets that far.
If it gets that far.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee notes the slight shift in his demeanor. But it's the end of the universe. It would do that to almost anyone.

"Yes," he murmurs. "It runs on a loop. Some people find it beautiful, in different ways. Others try not to stare too long."