she can’t believe this is what he’s been wasting his time on — a club for lecherous humans who have way too much money to spend — she also can’t believe she didn’t think of it first. it’s daytime, but you wouldn’t know it by how utterly dark it is in here. perched elegantly on a stool by the bar, she turns her wrist over to check the delicate silver watch on her wrist, tongue touching to a canine. where was he?

she glanced up at the sound of shoes on the floor — but it wasn’t lucifer, unless he was inhabiting the body of a five foot six blonde woman. since it was just lilith and the bartender, she assumed the woman was looking for lucifer.

            ❝  WITHOUT GETTING INTO THE NITTY GRITTY DETAILS... you could call this a family matter.  ❞  tracking down his brother had been easy, catching up with Lucifer, that was an entirely different matter. Gabriel hadn’t found his brother at the night club he, apparently, owned  ( and THAT was something he’d have to look into, later )  and the bartender hadn’t exactly been helpful, so the youngest Archangel had sought out anyone who might know where he was --- which had led him to the detective.  ❝  i’m Lucifer’s little brother, Gabriel.  ❞

she sat quietly at the table, hands folded neatly on the surface. it was far from the first time she’d found herself in an interrogation room, steeling herself for whatever questions were about to come her way. but she wasn’t nervous. she was very good at her job. it had been -- mostly -- clean work this time. and years of training had made her a difficult cipher to crack. 

Slipping out of the restrictive metal cuffs wasn’t a problem for him. In truth, they did little to restrain him. Yet, he reveled in the dramatics of an arrest even if it was his. Given time, and the appropriate evidence he was certain that the Detective would see him out of this. Until then, what’s the harm in playing along?

“ If this is the setup for an intimate evening, I’m quite interested. ”

“  hey! i’ve got more than one tie.  ”    it’s not technically a lie. to prove it, he reaches up to the top shelf in his closet, retrieving two slightly wrinkled pieces of fabric. it’s been awhile since they’ve gotten any use. and months under cover hasn’t exactly left a lot of time for dry cleaning.    “  what’s wrong with that one?  ”    he says, gesturing to the tie he’d already laid out on the bed before she arrived.    “  besides, aren’t you supposed to be helping? so far all i’m getting is a whole lotta negative...  ”

she’s enjoying this, he can tell. well, at least one of them is getting a kick out of it...    “  tell me why we’re doing this again? team bonding? i’ve been out on the street with most of these guys. you and me have seen a lot -- what more bonding do we need?  ”    he says irritably. there are about a thousand better things he could be doing right now -- even if this is an excuse to see decker looking even batter than usual...

it was her own fault, really. she should have known better. she did know better! but when chloe had sashayed in one night, brandishing two first class tickets to los angeles, june’s better judgement had flown out the window. of course it would all be a disaster. of course they would wind up under arrest. although... if she was being honest, before those albanian mafia guys had crashed the party, it had been pretty fun... no! she would not get carried away again. be polite, be helpful!

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