i am not defined by my upbringing

“I’ve never really gotten manicures. No point if they’d get ruined in the field. Or be used to identify you when you’re supposed to be covert.” 

“Well, we’re definitely moving this to my room, then.  And I’m gonna pretty up yo damn nails.  Because every girl deserves to have their nails done at least once purely because they can.  Because the manicure part feels good and the paint is cute and they like it.  I can even get fancy about it if you are feeling sassy.”  Rose grinned and jumped over the bar with a great deal of effort but landing on her feet without spilling a drop of rum.

“You can come. It’s probably easier, after all. I still get a little lost.” She offered a faltering, sheepish smile before turning towards the direction of the motel. 

He smiled.  “That’s quite alright.  I’ll come with, then.”  Zeke followed her, falling in step next to her.

Kara hesitated before stepping towards him. “Can I get my things?” she asked quietly, arms wrapping around herself. “It’s just around the corner. I can check out of the place I’m staying at. It’ll be quick, I swear.” 

“Absolutely, Kara.  Would you like me to go with you?  You can say no, of course.”

“It’s good, really. I like it. Better than some of the stuff Grant and I had while we were moving around.” She looked saddened briefly at the memories before she refocused on Rose. “Sorry. It’s still…. hard to think about all of this.”

“So.  What would you like to do?  Because I vote we take this party to my room, maybe act like girls for a bit?  I’ve got nail polish, when’s the last time you’ve gotten a manicure for the sake of just...having a manicure?”

                                        ❝ Oh, my apologies, dear sister. I forgot that there’s an imaginary article in the non-existent section of the make-believe rule book in Hell that says I’m not allowed to rebel twice. ❞ Hissing as an intake of breath whistled through his teeth in an attempt to feign shame, Lucifer inclined his head to the side and clucked his tongue thrice. ❝ Maybe you should refresh my memory, dictate to me that rule again. And then after, maybe I’ll start caring. ❞ A smile, like always, graced his features, but hiding behind the browns of his eyes was the sarcasm that dripped from his tone. Maybe his sister and Leo had gotten their share of fun already, but he hadn’t, not even nearly half of it. He had left Hell for this exploration, risked the wrath of their Father just for the weak promise of entertainment. And now that he was finally starting to realize the real appeal of the mortal world, he couldn’t just step away now. After all, there was still one mystery he was looking to solve.

“I want to understand.  You know I’d follow you anywhere.  But I’m not going to do it without questioning you at times.”  She quirked a brow.  “You taught me to do that.  This is insanity.”

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Jemma tried not to look too shocked when the other one literally pulled out a leash, putting it back down on the counter. “You’re joking, right? Knowing him, he’d probably like it if I put him on a leash. Make some awful comment about it. No thank you.” 

“Sure, let’s not listen to the demon who’s been juggling his dumb ass for eons - that’s a smart human move.  Tolerate the bullshit by ignoring it and you’ll be boring.  He hates being bored and he won’t make comments.  He does it for a reaction, you idiot.”  She shook her head, pouring a glass of whiskey.

“I have. Told him to piss off repeatedly and he just doesn’t listen. The next time he interferes with a case, I swear to god, I’m going to arrest him.” Jemma eyed the drink for a moment before grabbing the glass and downing the liquid in one gulp. 

She reached under the bar and grabbed a backpack leash, handing it to her.  “It’s either this or a shock collar, but he’d like that.”

Since we’re such Lucifer trash, can we just talk about how redundant Lucifer’s name is? Lucifer Morningstar. Lucifer means ‘Morning Star’. He is literally Morning Star Morningstar. Who gave him the permission to use that combination of first and last name?

Not using his actual name. That was another check in the suspicious list in her head. “You mean Grant? He’s your brother?” She tried not to cry- there were two of them? Jemma was in hell. “Well, your brother is a grade A arse. He needs to back off my cases.”

“Would you look at that!  You and I agree on something.  We need to get back to hell, you should tell him that.”  She pushed the drink back at her.  “You’re gonna need this to deal with him.”

“Uh– oh, no, I wasn’t planning to drink. I still need to drive home.” She hesitantly pushed it back towards the other woman a little. “Um, who? I don’t know who you’re talking about, um…. I should just go, I shouldn’t be here…”

“He’s not going by his fucking name?”  She rolled her eyes.  “Okay - the annoying as fuck guy who keeps intruding on your cases?  Tall, dark, handsome?  People seem to tell him everything?  That’s my brother.”

“I’m going to kill Malick if it’s the last thing I do…” Grant looked at his little brother and tilted his head to the side. “You in or out?”

A scowl formed on his face at the mention of that slimeball, canting his head to the side as well.  “Always.  I have your back.”