Adam: I dunno, try and arrest me~?
Lucifer laughed and cupped Adam's face: I would never~. But unfortunately, as much as I love this little role play thing you have going on, we have work to do. Come on.
Huffing, Adam didn't put Lucifer down, instead he walked inside and all the way through to the back-door before exiting to the small garden that Adam personally grew. The whole time Lucifer was smacking his arm, demanding to be put down.
Adam: And what if I don't? You've been gone for hours... sorry if I want a little love after spending all my afternoon picking vegetables.
Lucifer: Oh, you poor thing, acting as if you don't like doing exactly that. And someone has to sell this stuff and it can't be you! Seeing as there's still a couple of lawmen that think you've ran and not actually dead.
Sighing, Adam placed Lucifer on the porch and stepped off, before walking through a small picket gate and entering his garden.
Adam: Yeah, yeah. Which those fuckers would give up already. Why wouldn't they think I'm dead?! There's literally a damn canyon not that far from here, once you're at the bottom, you're gone and done for.
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, walking to the picket fence and leaning on it: Is rhat so? And you know this how...?
Adam: ...Uh... well... that's not important, what is important is the fact I'm cooped up here! I'm like... a wild horse! I need to run free!
Lucifer: You travel to see Eve and the boys. That may not be prancing through the dust but it's something.
Adam: Babe, I don't "prance", I gallop, if anything. And you know what I mean, stop fucking with me.
Lauging, Lucifer stood and walked back to the pourch: Alright, alright, we'll go riding tomorrow, until then, come help me out front, will ya?
Adam: Riding? Who's riding who~?
Lucifer: No one, if you don't get your ass moving.
Adam smirked and walked out of the garden: My ass is always moving for you, big guy~.
Rolling his eyes, Lucifer followed Adam inside, he managed to ignore all of the sex talk that was coming out of Adam's mouth, if he didn't, the produce would go bad from sitting out in the sun for hours while they raw dog it inside.
Adam: I'm telling us, just a quick lick, that's all I need-.
Suddenly, Adam gasped and threw himself to the floor, before carwling iver and pressing his back to a wall. He stared at Lucifer like he had some idea of what was going on but honestly... Lucifer was lost.
Adam: There's a big, beautiful man riding this way! It's that guy! Uh... shit... what's his name...? Satan?
Lucifer felt his skin run cold. Adam of course meant Sam, the current Sheriff of Pride Town, the very man who took over his position and has been a feared lawman ever since.
Sam: Good girl. Won't be long.
The large man stepped off his horse that somehow made him look small. After a pat and a smack from his belt, Sam walked up to the steps, eyeing the crates of vegetables and fruit. Business must be booming.
But something stopped him from knocking.
There were two sets of boots next to the door, both obviously different sizes. Odd. It wasn't like Lucifer to have guests.
Huffing, Sam glared at the door before walking up and bamging on it. He adjusted his footing, and placed his hand on his belt as he waited for Lucifer to answer. Somehow, he missed the head poking up from behind a window.
Lucifer groaned as he pulled on his jacket: Will you calm down?
Adam: No! What if he's here for me?! And do you have any idea the amount of trouble you would get into-? Fuck, he's huge. I... I can see it, Lu. This fuck has a god damn python in his pants-! It winked at me.
Lucifer: Cut it out and be quiet, I'm opening the door.
As he pulled open the door, he eyed the sheriffs large back, his muscles were extremely obvious under his shirt and yes, his jeans. Those assless chaps were also not helping the situation.
Lucifer: Sam! A pleasure! What do I owe this visit?
The sheriff turned around and motioned towards the boots: You got company? I can come back.
Lucifer: Company-? Uh, shit- no, no company, Sam, those were some old pairs I found out in the desert, free leather.
The sheriff huffed and widened his stance: Right, well, I've got a proposition for ya. Shits been crazy over there, people going missing, more showing up dead, strange happenings, you know the drill. I need a deputy.
Lucifer: ...Are... you asking me to recommend-?
Sam: Nah, I want you at my side. There's only one fucker in these parts that know the place on the back of his hand, and that's you. It's not even an hours horse ride, you'll be home before ya know it. Although, I don't understand why you moved to the bumb fuck middle of know where, but hey, that ain't my problem. So. What do you say? Wanna get back in the game?
Lucifer: Back in the-? Sam, I... thank you for the offer, seriously, but I have a good thing going here.
Lucifer: Yes, selling food. And someone has to look after that animals.
Sam huffed: Well, that's disappointing. You were the only one I was willing to work with. How about this, to sweeten the deal, you work for me for three days of the week, help me tackle some of this shit, and once it dies down, you can tend to your little farm 24/7. That, and I'll add a good bonus pay for ya. $91.
Lucifer: $91-?! Sam, I...
Sam: Think about it. You know where to find me.
Without another word, Sam tipped his hat to Lucifer before walking back to his horse and pulling himself up. Lucifer watched him ride away for a few moments before going inside and shutting the door.
He soon returned to Adam who was on his knees, staring out the window.
Lucifer narrowed his eyes: Had enough gawking?
Adam: He walks like it's heavy... god damn, that's a man right there. Fuck, I could smell him from here...
Glaring, Lucifer cleared his throat, catching Adam's attention. He watched as Adam stood, clearing his throat.
Adam: Uh- yeah... so. Deputy, huh? Pretty sweet deal. You gonna take it?
