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]

Emcee nods, but tips his head. "Maze...?" He would have remembered if Lucifer had mentioned her. He probably just didn't get around to it.

"And of course I won't. I am from Berlin, which is true. I have a nightclub, which is true. And I am passing through Los Angeles to experience its nightlife, also true."

[wayward_sun]

"Mazikeen. She's a demon. And a little prickly."

He smiles brightly.

"And very protective of me."

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh," Emcee blinks some more, and then smiles as well, though not as brightly as Lucifer. "Well, I will do my best to amuse her, at the very least."

[wayward_sun]

"She might appreciate that," Lucifer says, confidently.

[i_am_your_host]

"I aim to please," he chirps, patting Lucifer's chest.

"Now, I must freshen up and get dressed. --Is there a certain look that I should be going for? I don't really do suits unless it's absolutely necessary."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer consides this.

"You could go for something a bit more casual," he allows.

[i_am_your_host]

"Hmm. But you say that Lux is a little more upscale? I can pretend to be chic."

Emcee grins and slides off Lucifer's lap. He pads over to the modest closet, and after sifting through it a bit, he pulls out a slim, pinstriped waistcoat and a pair of tight, black trousers, laying them on the bed. And to complete the outfit, a pair of silver, sparkly Chuck Taylor sneakers. Audacious, yet comfortable.

"What do you think?"

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer grins.

"That's good," he says. "Festive."

[i_am_your_host]

"I'm always festive, darling," he says with a smirk.

"Give me a few minutes to get ready."

After spending a short time in the bathroom to wash up and fix his hair, he comes out and sits at the vanity table to do his makeup. It won't be a lot, just smoky eyes, and a bit of lip gloss dabbed on.

"Where will your door open to?" he asks Lucifer.

[wayward_sun]

"My bedroom. My flat is right above Lux. It's the most convenient realky," he says.

He's still naked. Tgere was a glass that needed sipping.

[i_am_your_host]

"Ooh, that is convenient," he remarks, looking his reflection in the mirror and dabbing at the corners of his lips with his pinky finger. "That's how I lived, in a little flat above the Kit Kat Klub. And now I have one above Wonderland. You will have to come visit some time, too."

[wayward_sun]

"And let me guess, suits aren't mandatory?" he grins.

[i_am_your_host]

"Absolutely not mandatory," he replies with a smirk.

After finger-combing his hair one more time and deciding that his bangs are sufficiently floppy, he pads over to the bed to put on his trousers.

"Oh, look, a reverse strip tease."

He turns around and slides the tight pants over his pert ass.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer laughs.

"Variety is always good," he says before getting up to go find his own clothes.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee grins at him over his shoulder as he buttons up his fly (yes, buttons -- he doesn't quite trust zippered flys on trousers).

"One can apply a sexy twist to almost anything, I think."

Earlier in the evening Emcee had neatly draped Lucifer's shirt and suit on hangers and hung them on the coat rack on the wall. They were far to expensive to leave lying around.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer appreciates that!

He sets about getting dressed at a sedate pace (interspersed with sips from his glass) and once that is taken care of heads for the mirror to check that everything's as it should be.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee buttons up the waistcoat (no shirt) and slips the sparkly sneakers on. He hangs his art deco sunglasses in the collar of his vest before tucking a few small essentials in his pockets (eyeliner, lighter in case he can bum a cigarette off of someone, condoms).

Coming up behind Lucifer, he peers around his shoulder and reaches around him to smooth down his lapels. Lapels never really need smoothing down. They're obviously there as an excuse to touch Lucifer's chest.

"Ready?"

[wayward_sun]

“Of course.”

Brightly.

“We will arrive in my flat. It’s the penthouse, so we won’t have to contend with traffic.”

He straightens his shirt cuffs.

“Ready when you are.”

And then he heads downstairs and to his door, leading to Lux.