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[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

*enters without speaking to anyone, face closed*

*orders a bottle of Atlantean from the bar and takes it to a corner table*

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[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*tosses dice onto Lucifer's table- they land on a serpent and an egret*

Good evening, Lord.

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

We must speak, Lady.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*is amused*

And what, precisely, *must* I speak of, little Willow?

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

Perhaps that was poorly phrased. I must speak to you.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

...

Well?

Do not try my patience tonight. Consider this fair warning, Willow, if only because your hair reflect the light so finely.

What do you want?

[magick-willow.livejournal.com]

I must apologize, Lady. I spoke without thinking and I offended. It was comforting to blame someone else for Tara, but I was wrong. Please, forgive me.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

Aah, apologies. Taste like sand and dust.

*picks up a die from the table*

Roll, and we shall see.

*The die has pictures instead of numbers- lions, serpents, egrets, salmon*

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

*eyes flick down to the dice and up again*

Good evening, Lady. I'm not in the mood for games, but would you like some wine?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

Wine sounds divine, dear.

What's got your wings ruffled?

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

*laughs, just a little bitterly*

Crowley. The idiot's regressed to the fourteenth century mindset and all I was trying to do was reprimand him for insolence. *sighs* Demons take things so personally. So now I've lost the only agent I had with a good grasp on the workings of the modern world, angels are moping all over the place...

Have I answered your question?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*laughs delightedly*

Oh, that *does* sound like fun! Maybe I should find him...

Later, perhaps. This wine is awfully good.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

::bows to the Lady as she enters, more than a little flustered::

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

*beckons to Kassandra, a slightly wicked smile on her face*

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

Everyone involved in this needs some luck right now, and I know your fickleness.

*one finger touches the serpent on the still die*

Perhaps I am in the mood to game after all.

[kassandraloxias.livejournal.com]

::sees the Morningstar, the Lady and Willow all together, and none looking particularly pleased; begins to back away::

[locks_it_up]

I'm going to have to work overtime because of this, aren't I?

[samael-diablo.livejournal.com]

That depends on whether he decides on whole-scale destruction or traditional corruption. Killing someone doesn't do anything to tarnish their soul.

But with the mood he's in? I wouldn't be surprised.

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter looks at Lucifer and Luck in puzzlement, trying to figure out who, precisely the angel and the woman are. He begins to think aloud.

"You know, what Crowley's doing reminds me of this airport strike I read about. No one actually stopped working. The workers just enforced every single picky little rule with rigid professionalism. The airport was paralysed in a day or two. NOTHING worked. And there was nothing management could do. What could they say? Don't do your jobs? Don't obey the rules?

"Quickest win by airport strikers ever. And they got practically everything they wanted..."

Peter wanders off, looking a bit abstracted.

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*nods to the Lady, somewhere between a hello and a bow*

Evening, ma'am. I thought I should thank you for that run on the ponies today. You'll be keeping me in Guinness for some time.

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

It's *you*. Hello, you.

Do not depend on a repeat performance. My mood is *not* favourable.

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful when you're angry?

[green-eyed-luck.livejournal.com]

Many times.

Has anyone ever told you those things'll kill you?

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*Laughs* Nice one, my Lady.

*Jerks a thumb over to Death* She's fancied me for years, but knows better than to follow through. Go on, ask her why. Hell of a story. Literally.

[lyra_silver]

::looks over, tries to decide why the man being reminds her so much of her father Lord Asriel::

[bloody-awful.livejournal.com]

*wanders over to the table with a cocky grin*

All right then, squire?