#chat:drizella

To say Lucifer was humiliated was an understatement. He was absolutely mortified. He had been so certain that no one had caught him and Lottie in the garden. But then Phoebe had hinted she had. He still wasn’t completely certain it had been her that called the police but he had a pretty good feeling. After being escorted out of the event he’d spent the night in a cell and put up a huge fight until he could call his sister whom he had to, of course, tell everything to. She had just reamed him for the umpteenth time when he finally snapped. “I get it okay?! I fucked up. Do you want me to put it in writing or tattoo it to my face?” He was just happy to be home and cleaned up. “Are you going to help me or not? I just want to make this whole thing go away.”

Being the middle child between two sisters wasn’t the most difficult aspect in Lucifer’s life. He had it made. Living in one of the largest homes in Walt Grove and had his mother like putty in his hands. He flaunted that he was the favorite and he knew it especially pissed Drizella off. So, when he waltzed downstairs that morning, still in nothing but some lounge pants he’d slept in the night before. It was a bit early for him to be awake so he kept yawning on his way to the kitchen. “Good morning, cretin,” he said to his sister as he made his way to the Keurig. “Who’s paying you off today to forfeit a case?”

If there was anything Lucifer’s sister, Drizella, had it was a sharp tongue and a quick wit. So, when he heard her enter the house with a loud voice he rolled his eyes and sighed. All he’d wanted to do was enjoy his coffee and have a quiet Sunday to himself. Their mother was out so it was just him at the house. When Drizella entered the kitchen Lucifer barely looked up at her. He simply said, “she’s not here. What do you want?” before going to take another sip of his coffee. When he finally glanced up she didn’t have a very pleased look on her face. “You’re still here. Now, I know my favorite sister didn’t just take time out of her day to come see me.” The corners of his lips curved into a smirk. Lucifer stood up straight from where he was leaning against the counter and set his coffee on the marble top. “And if you’re here to berate me for any reason you can turn right back around and walk back out the door.”

Lucifer was certain his sisters were likely upset about some stupid social media post that was circling around. He’d read it, but didn’t give a shit. Still, his mother was furious that the girls’ names were being tarnished and had sent him to check on his sisters.​ It was stupid, he thought, how he had to physically go to their place instead of just calling them but there he was. He knocked on the door before checking to see if it was locked. When he realized it wasn’t he let himself inside. “Hello?” he called out before seeing Drizella emerge from the other room. “Before you chew my head off I have come here in peace. Mother is...concerned.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Are you...okay?” he asked hesitantly.

Ralph hadn’t really seen Drizella since that first night they met. He’d texted her back and forth a bit, but was quite shy around women and didn’t really think he was in a place to be involved with anyone romantically at the moment. When she invited him out though he accepted. It was at some fancy club downtown that he was sure he didn’t have clothes nice enough to get into. Alas, when he arrived, wearing his best shirt, he was let in. It only took him a few minutes to find her but when he did he smiled small and approached her. “Hello,” he greeted. “This is...quite the place. Can’t say I’ve ever heard of it, to be honest.”