In the hot tub with Lucifer

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets Lucifer into his room, which hasn't changed since the last time he was here. The window blinds are open to the evening sky, and strategically placed lamps give the place a warm glow.

"While I get the tub ready, please do help yourself to a drink if you like," he says, gesturing to the table where he keeps his liquor and glasses handy. Gin, whiskey, brandy, vodka, and red wine are his staples. There's also a half-empty box of cherry liqueur-filled chocolates.

Meanwhile, Emcee sets his sunglasses on the dresser and flits across the room into the bathroom.

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[i_am_your_host]

"Well," he says thoughtfully, as he meanders over to the bed and stretches out across it on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows and crossing his feet at the ankles, "I do like to keep my guests of all sizes happy. It just wouldn't do to have someone of your stature, for example, stay the night with your feet hanging over the bed because the mattress was too short. No, I like to make sure all conveniences and comforts are covered."

[wayward_sun]

"That is very sweet of you," Lucifer says, approvingly.
"Very sweet."

He takes a sip of his drink, looking over at Emcee.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles, glancing down into his glass. "Thank you. But what kind of host would I be if I didn't take the extra care? I have always been in the business of...serving." He looks up at Lucifer. "In every capacity."

[wayward_sun]

"Go where the talent leads you," he replies with a small grin.

"This place is a good place to be then, I take it?"

Lots of people. Lots of opportunity.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh, yes," he says with a foxy little smile, taking a sip of his drink. "But I have never charged anyone for what I do. Here I prefer to have friends with benefits rather than 'clients.' To be honest, I-- kind of miss the trade." He chuckles. "I will most likely pick it up again once I settle in New York City."

A pause, another sip.

"There was one, though, with whom I had a-- special arrangement."

[wayward_sun]

"Mmm?" Lucifer humms, encouragingly.

He is not skilled at keeping his attention on other people sharing things that - presumably - matter to them, but he is warm and relaxed and comfortable enough to br a halfway decent listener.
For now.

[i_am_your_host]

"He was a vampire."

Interesting enough?

"A big, blond, blue-eyed, Viking vampire, hence all the size adjustments to the furniture to accommodate him. He wanted my blood, I wanted to have sex with him. It was mutually beneficial."

[wayward_sun]

"Exotic. I'm taking it he was once of the nice looking kinds and not the rodent looking ones?"

[i_am_your_host]

"He was fucking hot," Emcee laughs into his glass. "Nosferatu, he was not. But he wasn't one of those romantic vampires either, which was also good. Except..." He takes a big sip of whiskey.

"Well, to put it succinctly, a witch erased his memories, he became an absolute sweetheart but forgot about me, and fell in love with a woman from his own world, which, you know, I won't begrudge him that."

He drains his glass. And decides he needs more whiskey. So he rolls off the bed and crosses over to the table to refill it.

"After all, I am just a whore, so c'est la vie, n'est ce pas?" Emcee turns to Lucifer with a bright smile, raising his glass.

[wayward_sun]

That was- not as smooth as it could have been.

"Love and permanence. They dont really mix. What would anybody want his memories for, anyway?"

[i_am_your_host]

...No, that really was not as smooth as it could have been. Emcee realizes this about thirty seconds too late and gulps the feeling down with another mouthful of whiskey.

"Eric was the quintessential big scary vampire and the witch wanted to reduce him to a lost puppy, so she took away everything that made him who he really was." Emcee sighs. "I don't know when or if he's ever going to recover. It will probably be very awkward between us, but...whatever."

[wayward_sun]

"Well, if he's an immortal vampire and she's a woman, it won't last, will it? I mean - death. And gravity."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee snorts. And then bursts out with laughter.

As he quiets down, he shakes his head.

"It doesn't matter," he says with a shrug and a dismissive chuckle. "I'm sorry to have brought it up, I shouldn't be talking about other people like this. I think the whiskey has gone straight to my head. Would you like a refill?"

[wayward_sun]

"I don't mind gossip," Lucifer says. "It's the glue of society. And yes, please."

[i_am_your_host]

"The glue gets a little tacky when one starts gossiping about one's self," he remarks with a sheepish wince as he pours a measure of whiskey into Lucifer's glass.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer laughs.
"True. But I don't mind tacky either. Not that kind anyway."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles, and reaches over to sweep the backs of his fingers over Lucifer's stubbled jaw.

"How about you, then? What sort of gossip can you share?"

[wayward_sun]

"I'm woefully behind on gossip around these parts, " Lucifer says with a sigh.
"I don't even know whom to stalk to get the good stuff."

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, it's hard to find people with loose lips," he says wryly.

"What about back home? Anything juicy happening around your parts?"

tee hee

[wayward_sun]

He laughs.

"Nothing out of the ordinary. People ask for favors, I call in a few."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tilts his head at him like a cat with many questions.

"Favors?" he asks. "You mean, you make deals."

[wayward_sun]

He shakes his head.
"Not deals, no. People- desire things. Sometimes, I can help out in exchange for a favour owed."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee tilts his head the other way.

It still sounds like people are making deals with the Devil.

"That's very generous of you to use your position and influence to help people," he says. "I imagine you've become a respected figure-- even if they might not actually believe that you are the Devil."

[wayward_sun]

"I like it. It's like a puzzle of sorts, making all the pieces fit."

He smiles a little.

[i_am_your_host]

"Humans in their natural environment must be fascinating creatures to you," he chuckles.

Natural environment, meaning, not in the confines of Hell.