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Thank you, Lady.

Prophetess? Would you care for a drink?

*sips drink, smiling faintly and watching Kassandra*

Yes -- I --

I will drink to the Lady.

And I will drink to my lord, and he will drink to you.

*licks lips*

::licks her own lips, breathing hard with fear or something like it::

Was your game a pleasant diversion, my lord, my Lady?

While it lasted, yes, it was. But now the deal has been set and we poor immortals must find other ways to amuse ourselves.

*sips slowly at his own drink, exchanging an almost-smile with the Lady*

The deal has been set?

My lord Morningstar?

::panics, suddenly, and looks as if to bolt away::

Lady?

*trails her fingers lightly over Kassandra's wrist and takes hold of her hand, pulling her closer*

I have made a promise to you, Kassandra, my love.

Sit with me.

::sits still, with one knee brushing the Lady's::

Please. I'm thirsty.

The Lady has bought you a drink, Kassandra.

*pushes it gently across the table - eyes flash red for a moment, ice and fire behind a calm gaze*

Aren't you going to thank her?

Th-thank you, your Grace.

Why am I here? Why am I at table with immortals? Why does she make me feel like this? O 'Xandra, have a care, you mad thing...

::raises the Lady's hand to her lips and kisses it, but is still not calmed::

*looks faintly reproving*

I'd had something else in mind as thanks, pretty girl.

*smirks at Lucifer*

Something more like this, perhaps?

*leans towards the Morningstar and kisses him sensually, then pulls away and looks at Kassandra to gauge her reaction*

*laughs quietly, eyes closed*

Have you been struck dumb, prophetess? Is there some way we can entice you to speak?

*opens eyes again, all glamour gone as he returns to his true form, dark red wings unfolding with practiced slowness*

::arches up and clings to the Lady, as she sees Lucifer's transformation; mad girls kiss with open eyes::

Ahh...

I am not pretty. Helen was pretty. I am only a girl.

My willow-eyed lady, bend your head down to me.

::captures Luck with a hand wound in the Lady's hair, for a kiss that will not relent, trying to see if an immortal feels passion, if an immortal must breathe::

*watches the mortal girl and the Lady with approving eyes, walking to stand behind their chairs*

My Lady, you would not be so discourteous as to monopolise our guest, surely...?

*runs one fine hand through thick brown hair, a caress that tightens possessively as his lips brush over Kassandra's neck*

::tenses, and cries against Luck's mouth; then realises her proximity to the Lady's body and the shape of it, and falls back::

*leans forward over Kassandra, restless fingers of one hand tracing the girls lips, neck, collarbone; her other hand twining roughly through the Morningstar's hair as she pulls him forward into a harsh kiss*

*smiles against cool lips under emerald eyes and leans into the kiss, hand still twisted tightly in Kassandra's hair*

I do not dare, I do not dare.

::runs one hand along the rachis of Lucifer's wing, and the other beneath the Lady's shirt, and waits to lose both::

*sighs softly in satisfaction and arches against Kassandra's hand, pulling away from Lucifer and tasting the girls tempting mouth*

Ah, beloved...

Ah...

*grits teeth against the light touch along his wing and supresses the urge to strike out*

*drifts upwards to sit on the back of Luck's chair, hands running through hair as dark at the prophetess' and almost as long*

Show her your fortune and your misfortune, Lady...

*tips head back to look at the Morningstar*

Do not presume to instruct me, lord.

*lifts one hand above her head and teases his wings with her fingertips*

::confused, blind with dark hair and dark-red wings, reaches out for a kiss and meets lips that are very, very hot and hard as diamond::

*draws gentle fingers along her jawbone, far more gentle than the lips that almost crow with delight at remembering the heady taste of a mortal's desire*

Hey Loosy. You got your keys, right? Heh.

*watches, pleased, fingers idly stroking Lucifer's wings and playing with Kassandra's hair*

::breaks this kiss, before she dies of it::

My Lady, will you not...?

::tries to finish speaking, but is caught in the Morningstar's kiss again::

*kisses the girl to gasping shivers and then pulls back, pleased*

Don't be impatient, girl. We have time enough and more to spare.

*traces patterns on her bare arms and looks sidelong at the Lady*

*smirks and strokes a hand through Kassandra's hair, removing a gold coin. She walks over and lays it on the bar, taking the keys that appear*

My lord?

*smirks at Lucifer and walks back toward them, leaning over and gently biting the back of Kassandra's neck*

My lady?

*leads them both towards the stairs*

"My Lord? My Lady? ...My Stomach!"

I think I liked you better before Constantine Kicked your ass.

G'nite then Loosy. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

Fallen? Indeed. Many years ago, unless you slept through it.

You have no idea how little your good regard means to me. If you can find no entertainment here then it is no fault of mine, so why don't you go and drink yourself into oblivion and try not to intrude on other peoples'?

Other people's oblivion?

Oh, and I have as little 'good regard' for you as a spoon percieves the taste of food.

Tho, for comfort, you may find the tables of this establishment a poor substitute for the rocks of Hell you seem to run out of to crawl from beneath.

...or something.

:stops while passing by, glares a bit with a half-smile, tips his tri-corner, and continues to other parts of the bar: