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     infernal lips part, only to fall shut as she comes to. well, what was he supposed to do NOW ? one of his legs is numb from most of the detective’s weight falling upon it. ( he flexes his toes experimentally. no dice. ) the sight of chloe decker in the first moments of sleep-riddled consciousness steals the breath from his lungs.

       forcing himself to stop staring, he allows a slow smile to pull at his lips.     ‘ good morning, detective. ‘

      lucifer’s low voice is hushed, as he was still waking up himself-- & because chloe the detective must have one HELL of a hangover. ( no pun intended. ) he’s definitely not a morning person. his hair’s sticking out in all different directions-- really, his polished appearance took TIME, something he usually had.       ‘ how’s your hangover ? ‘

   guilt gnawed at the back of his skull; like tiny little razors of EMPATHY, burning through  the thin veil of confusion settling over him ( a familiar echo ;  churned from the endless black hole swallowing his memories ) ; the short circuit in his wiring allowing for ----- some ECHO of humanity to filter through the void, tattered pieces of buried fragments, belonging to a man long dead. 

   “------ .... 

    he’s not supposed to be here. visiting hours were past, but he’d stayed despite the flicker of lights dimming in the hall. 

            ▸                THIS  was  precisely  why  she  hardly  ventured  into  social  situations  beyond  the  scope  of  her  family  &  what  was  deemed  important.  SERENITY  was  sought  in  the  bottom  of  her  glass,  beer  swiftly  depleted,  ordering  a  second  to  wash  the  stale  taste  of  the  last  from  her  tongue.  a  water  was  requested  to  ensure  sobriety  always  to  remain  within  reach.  shouting  voices  caught  her  attention,  shifting  on  the  barstool,  women  exchanging  heated  phrases.  any  simple  bystander  would  await  the  chance  to  admire  a  female  brawl,  disgusting  patrons  nearly  foaming  at  the  mouth.

              quickly,  badge  displayed  on  the  crest  of  her  trousers,  the  officer  descended  the  stool  to  intervene.  steps  led  her  to  screen  the  roused  blonde  from  her  brunette  foe.   ❛     —— listen to  me,  you  don’t  want  to  make  this  mistake.     ❜    small  frame  forged  with  STEEL,  pouring  into  the  vertebrae  of  her  spinal  column,  prepared  to  do  what  was  needed  to  avoid  injury  &  idiocy.    ❛     don’t give them the satisfaction.     ❜

                    rage  BURNED  through  the  veins  of  the  female  with  savage  ferocity,    boiling  and  simmering  beneath  falsely  delicate  skin.    the  blonde  had  a  TEMPER  FOR  DAYS,    always  coursing  through  her  body,    readying  itself  for  it’s  next  display  of  power.    unfortunately,    it  choose  tonight  to  expose  itself  and  in  her  eyes,    what  was  to  come  was  COMPLETELY  WARRANTED.    some  people  just  didn’t  have  BOUNDARIES,    and  their  tongues  had  a  habit  of  challenging  the  wrong  people    ---    piper  was  the  wrong  person  to  BATTLE.    her  policy  was  to  HIT  FIRST,    ASK  QUESTIONS  NEVER.    her  hands  blistered  with  a  BLOODLUST-LIKE  FRENZY,    hot  to  the  touch,    clenching  till  the  skin  turned  GHOST  WHITE.

                    the  other  woman’s  QUICK  INTERVENTION  had  just  saved  the  brunette’s  face  from  a  collision  she’d  probably  never  RECOVER  properly  from.    azure  hues  flicker  quickly  between  the  CHALLENGER  and  the  MEDIATOR,    eyes  sizing  the  new  female  up,    brows  knitting,    but  held  no  evidence  of  giving  up  on  the  fight    ---    piper  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  teach  the  other  a  lesson,    but  it  appeared  the  intermediary  female  wanted  to  save  them  both  from  it.    probably  because  she  didn’t  want  to  make  any  ARRESTS  tonight,    if  the  glistening  metallic  badge  was  any  indication  of  what  her  PROFESSION  was.    not  that  a  lawful  audience  had  ever  stopped  her  before.

“Detective, just the woman I wanted to see. But before we begin, you have to tell me--”