milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lucifer morningstar

Lucifer stumbles through the door, looking a little harrowed.

He walks up to the bar, shoulders tight and raised.

Maybe if he just doesn't move his -

It doesn't work.

A string of curses rip through the air as the room is lit up by the white feathers of Lucifer's huge, angelic wings.

"For fuck's sake!"

wayward_sun

Lucifer hurries through the door and stops abruptly as he realizes that he is Milliways and not at home.

He looks a little frazzled, but much better than last time he stopped by.

And he just orders a Scotch at the bar, not Atlantean.

He's in the middle of a crisis, true, but Mum isn't trying to kill him.
Apparently.
Now he just has to find her.
Again.

wayward_sun

The Devil stumbles through the door and stops.

Then he runs a hand over his face before making his way to the fireplace where he sits down on the couch.
Heavily.

He is pale (dying, going to Hell, discovering that the most dangerous denizen has escaped from said Hell and returning to save the woman you - Chlo- to save Detective Decker, never mind that she was the one who actually fired the killing shot in the end, well that will do that to you) and when a wait rat stops by with a bottle of Scotch and a glass he accepts both gratefully.

It's been a day.
And he's scared.
Anyone sensible being would be.

(And the sensation of everything inside him just - stopping is still there).

wayward_sun

The Devil walks through the door, realizes where he is, and heads straight for the bar.

This is not unusual.

He orders a glass and a bottle.
This too is not unusual.

He's not smiling.
In fact, he seems almost a little upset.

That part is different.

He slams two drinks back in quick succession and then he takes a deep breath before sipping the third.

Satanists.
How he despises then.

nerves_of_ice

It's hard to believe that it's only been five weeks since he arrived in Wakanda.

(Since everything.)

Then again, considering that he'd been unconscious for almost half of it, he figures it makes as much sense as anything else.

Shuri had asked to run another bioscan this morning, and of course he'd agreed. It's the least he can do, given everything that they're doing for him. Still, it's never a comfortable experience, and once it's over, Bucky decides to swing by the bar before going back to the hut by the lake.

He settles at the bar with a cup of coffee, and considers himself content with this state of affairs.

magic_by_accident

John comes into the bar with a thick, ancient tome under his arm. He sits at the bar, smiling a bit at the ashtray that pops up, and murmurs, "Ta. Pint with a whiskey chaser, if you'd be so kind."

Drinks acquired, John takes a notebook and pencil out of his coat pocket, followed by a necklace. A charm dangles from the chain, engraved with a few small symbols.

Time to research, and this is a good place to do it.

Though he'll always welcome some company.

[ooc: Open all weekend.]

wayward_sun

The Devil has taken over the couch.
It is perfect for lounging and he is in a lounging sort of mood.

It takes skill lounging in a three piece suit but he has perfected his technique. He is lounging like a pro.

And enjoying not only the view but also a drink. And a bowl of salted almonds.

wayward_sun

Lucifer has had a busy few days so he deserves a break, he's decided.
(He always deserves a break).

He's found a comfy couch, a table top to rest his feet on, and a very nice bottle of Scotch. He didn't technically find the last one, he ordered it and paid and everything.

He's managing to look comfortable and relaxed in a tailored three-piece suit, which is no small accomplishment.

He should have ordered nibbles.

i_am_your_host

Everyone who has come into the bar during the past week or so has received an invitation on a little white card along with whatever they ordered. Some may know who sent it; some, perhaps, even after all this time, may not. Either way, all are welcome. It reads:

Join me, one and all
For a most fabulous and fantastic farewell
New Year's Eve Celebration!

Food - Drinks - Music - Karaoke
Come as you are
Take the stairs or the lift to the 2nd floor
And follow the trail of glitter - you can't miss it!

(All-Night Dance Party begins at Midnight)

Yours always,
The Master of Ceremonies

Won't you join him in ringing in the New Year?

The trail of glitter snakes down the hallway and leads to a pair of black double doors, a WILLKOMMEN - BIENVENUE - WELCOME sign posted on the left hand side. Once you step into the wide, expansive room, you are transported to what seems like an era between eras, a past that has blended with the present.

In the warmly lit interior, classic cabaret tables -- adorned with little lamps with red satin shades -- cluster around a hardwood dance floor, above which several beautiful orbs and mirror balls slowly rotate, casting sparkles of light like snowflakes.

Emcee will be flitting around like the social dragonfly that he is, wearing a black leather bow tie choker, and a white tank top festooned with kisses made out of red sequins. His makeup is, of course, impeccable.

[OOC: Millitimed to December 31. OPEN FOREVER]

wayward_sun

The Devil is striding purposefully down to the door, leading out of Lux - and finds himself at Milliways.

"Come on," he says. Loudly.
"I'm busy".

And then he sighs.

"Fine! I'll just get a drink then."

wayward_sun

It had been such a nice evening.
He'd gotten out of a speeding ticket and Delilah had shown up.

They rarely came back, the ones he did favors. Not till be came to cash them in.

But she had.
And he'd felt all [paternal] - he'd wanted to help her get back on track. With her music. He hated seeing talent like that wasted.

And then the shots had rung out and they'd both been thrown backwards as the large window behind them exploded in a rain of shares.

The door to LUX had led him here and now he headed for the Bar, still angry with bullet holes in his jacket (and shirt) and perfectly unbroken skin.

The blood on his cheek wasn't his either.

wayward_sun

There's a Devil in the Bar.
More specifically, there's a Devil at the piano.

He's got a drink, that's untouched at the moment because he is playing.
Jazzy improvisations, moving from These Foolish Things to Why Was I Born? , meanderingly.

He seems fully focused on the music, eyes hslf-closed, as his fingers move across the keys.

i_am_your_host

The last thing Dr. Dylan Reinhart remembers, at least vaguely so, is going to his room to sleep off an oncoming cold.

When he wakes up, he feels worse. Ugh.

Groggy and miserable, he changes out of his pajamas and into the tailored suit that's been laid out. Shirt, tie, sweater vest. None of the patterns or colors match, but oddly enough he makes it work in an elegantly offbeat way. Italian leather oxfords round out the ensemble.

He comes downstairs into the main bar, adjusting his pocket handkerchief (he has a feeling he'll be needing it as the sniffles, sneezing, and coughing persist). After ordering some tea and chicken soup, he tucks a cloth napkin into the collar of his vest, and settles down to eat.

As demure as he is, as engrossed in his meal as he is, and even as ill as he is, he still keeps his wits about him, observing who is in the room and where, the exits and windows (including the really Big Window). He can't exactly recall why he's like this. His memory is rather muddled at the moment. Which is annoying. And it's making him feel more ill than necessary.

[OOC: Have Emcee thinking he's Dylan Reinhart from Instinct.]

skyhigh_seance

A man wanders into the bar - backs into a bar, really, carrying on an argument with someone on the other side of the door. A cold breeze follows him in, though the man is really not dressed for that kind of temperatures - laced black leather pants, a thin t-shirt that consists mostly of sequins, a feathered boa in a clashing shade of purple. The argument evidently ends on a good note because the man laughs, and waves whoever it is off before turning to see where he is.

Err.

Well.

Wouldn't be the first time he ended up somewhere unintentionally. This time, it seems, he actually got lucky - just look at that bar.

Klaus Hargreeves, coming uncomfortably close to more sober than he likes, starts making his meandering way over to the absolutely beautifully well-stocked bar.

wayward_sun

The Devil is in an excellent mood tonight.

Sharply dressed, pleasantly buzzed (though that was bound to last all of seventy seconds), and in just the right mood to people watch at Milliways.

He is lounging at the Bar with a drink and an assortment of salty nibbles.
He might share.

mightbeagoodone

Sherlock is folded up in the seat of one of the booths, working on a gift for Jim.

The traditional first anniversary gift is paper; so, Sherlock has a stack of thick paper with some marbling and a good tooth, a dip fountain pen, and a few pots of ink in various dark colors. He's copying scribbled verses out of a notebook onto the good paper in his tidiest, prettiest handwriting.

There are crumpled papers tossed to the end of the table for disposal later. Nothing less than perfect will do.

run_barry

[oom: relief and apologies]

It's been a very, Very long day.

Barry's just left the hospital after visiting Eddie (and apologizing to Iris as the Flash for not being there for her), and what Barry really wants is just to get home and pass out in bed.

When Milliways appears as he's walking into his apartment building Barry gives a sigh.

"Oh, now you show up."

Things turned out okay, though, and he's never been good at holding a grudge, so Barry steps into the bar and lets the door close behind him.

Planting one hand against his shoulder, Barry rolls it, trying to work out stiffness as he takes a seat at the counter.

He orders a cup of coffee which Bar provides. A moment later a muffin appears and Barry shakes his head.

"I'm fine with this, thanks."

The muffin disappears and Barry sits hunched on his stool, nursing his coffee.

sunbaked_baker

There have been decadent and delicious smells wafting from the kitchens all afternoon.

Soon enough, there is a sign posted outside the kitchen door, reading:

Taste-Testers Needed!
Inquire within.

Sunshine can be found washing up the various mixing bowls and measuring spoons in the kitchen, surrounded by trays of experiments cooling from the ovens.

irish_vagabond

Cassidy has been avoiding going back home for a while now because of Stuff and Things (a.k.a. Tulip and Jesse) he doesn't want to face just yet. But staying here means building up a tab. Eventually, the Bar slips him the Napkin. Overcome with boredom anyway, Cassidy figures a bartending shift couldn't hurt to pass the time.

Happy Hour Specials
Whiskey
Vodka
Beer

(Cocktails cost extra)

He then pours himself a foamy pint and sits back. Yeah, he knows it's counterproductive to drink while bartending, but eh.

run_barry

Today is a training day, but Barry wanted to do something a little more interesting than running on the treadmill and so he's in Milliways, along with Cisco.

The pair have a brief conversation with Bar which ends with them on the other side of the counter; Barry writing on the specials board while Cisco sets up a chess timer.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Cisco asks.

Barry is all excited grins as he throws a bartowel over his shoulder and nods to his friend.

"Oh yeah dude, let's do it."

Giving a shrug, Cisco turns to the bar at large, cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, "ATTENTION PEOPLE OF MILLIWAYS, HAPPY HOUR IS NOW OPEN!"

Barry rings a finger in his ear, shaking his head at Cisco.

"I'm pretty sure the people would've figured it out."

The specials board reads:

HAPPY HOUR
Drinks in 10 seconds or less, or it's free!

[ooc: Two pups, one mun, tag one and get both. More info on them here.]

wheatencrown

Fall has arrived and Demeter has said goodbye to her daughter. The ground is cold under her feet when the door of their home opens to Milliways. She'll spend some time here before beginning her walk.

Her dark shawl is pulled tight around her as she orders a tea and warm bread and jam to keep her warm. Once she has her food, she goes to sit by the fire, her bare feet curled under her as she watches Milliways.

just_cant_lose

Jim has been in a pensive mood since he and Sherlock had a row the other day. Which is largely why, when he came in here and saw an opportunity, he ended up letting Wilford make him feel better.

Time's funny in this place; that happened about a half an hour ago for Jim which is why his jaw is only a little bit purple (though give it an hour, because that bruise is spreading fast). He went home but only kicked around the kitchen for ten minutes before deciding nope, and bringing his computer back in here.

But he can't focus on his big number project. He needs to do something for Sherlock because of that row. And also...well.

After a few minutes, he gets up and leaves a note with the bar.

( Sinric )

That done, he returns to his computer, opens up a blank screen, and starts typing.

[OOC: Open for a week or so.]

wayward_sun

The Devil is cheerful today.
He often is.

He's at the Bar with a glass and a bottle and keen eyes taking in the passing patrons.

Sharply dressed as always, in a dark suit and a purple shirt.

wayward_sun

The weather is nice, the fire is lit, and the Devil is kicking back with a drink and a bowl of beer nuts.
He might even be up for sharing.

wayward_sun

Lucifer has found a comfy spot on the couch and is lounging like he is getting paid to do so.

His shirt is emerald green, his suit a dark grey and his stubbles are perfection.

He is always up for distractions.