event } you can jive

[seeingyou]

WHO: Open to all passengers!
WHAT: A visit to New Ecrillion, and all the music your ears can handle. Plus, bonus new partners!
WHERE: Anywhere in the city of New Ecrillion, or Navi.
WHEN: June 19 through July 10
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you end up partying literally to death, please record it on the death page.

Hello, passengers! Hope you're all ready for an announcement, 'cause Navi's voice is getting beamed into your head right about ... now:

Attention, passengers.
We'll be docking soon at the city of New Ecrillion, on the planet Zegnolia, where we will remain for approximately three weeks, local time.
Please stand by.

From the announcement until landing, to help everyone adjust to the new environment, Navi will gift all passengers with a a faint hummed melody.

Upon docking and disembarking, passengers will find a bank counter just past the terminal, where your new windfall of Navigems can be exchanged for credits (the universal currency). Try not to spend it all in one place!

Now, go get your groove on! Just remember to take breaks to hydrate.

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[devilsheel]

“I don’t need to know, I’m sure it was a lot,” she answers with some cheek, looking away to hide her smirk.

The bartender brings over her drink, a tip exchanged. They’re thanked with a smile, lips painted deep red.

“What about the time you didn’t sleep for, what was it, a week?” She shifts against the bar as her attention returns to him, elbows propped on the sleek surface, her drink lifted for a sip. Wait, he’s talking about her dress— “Oh, you mean this? It’s nothing.”

[dealwiththe]

"Why are you bringing up all these bad memories when we should be making some much better ones right now?" Lucifer asks, his gaze sweeping over her legs. He's always been a leg man, and hers are just fantastic in those ridiculous boots. "You look good enough to eat, darling." And that is very much a promise.

[devilsheel]

“They’re bad?” She frowns, turning to lean her side and one elbow against the bar now, facing him. “Memories are memories, good or bad. Sometimes it’s actually good to remember the bad ones.”

In response to that promise of his she gives a soft hum of acknowledgment, lifting a leg and looking down at the rhinestones sparkling in the light. “You don’t think they’re too much?” That leg then extends to nudge at the side of his thigh.

[dealwiththe]

“Yes but that’s what therapy is for, not date night,” Lucifer says impatiently. His eyes are gleaming, for sure.

“And they might be too much, but when has that ever stopped me?” He adds with a smirk. “You’ll dance with me tonight, won’t you?” Because the way she looks, he wants to show her off.

[devilsheel]

“If I have room on my dance card, sure.” She winks and steps in closer, face tilting up. The heels help with adding height, make it easier for her lips to leave a red imprint behind on his chin.

[dealwiththe]

Oh, no, she’s not getting away with just a chin kiss. He’s tipping his head down to catch her lips properly. So what if she leaves some lipstick behind? Guess even more people will know he’s got a gorgeous, sexy, amazing girlfriend. How terrible.

“Already found yourself a lot of other partners?” He asks, meeting her teasing easily. “Not that it would ever be difficult for you, looking like that…”

[devilsheel]

A pleased bit of laughter is caught between their mouths. Chloe leans in to the kiss, lips initially curved in a smile—yes, good. She makes sure to leave a nice smudge of red on his bottom lip and at the corner of his mouth.

Once they pull back, she presses her lips together. “So many, I don’t know what to do with them all,” she carries on with the tease-train, leaning into the bar once again to enjoy her drink. “What about you? How’s your dance card looking?”

[dealwiththe]

This, he likes this. This is good. She’s laughing, happy, he can rest a hand at her waist, just because.

“Obviously, a lot of people are clamoring for me,” he says easily. “But I’m turning them all down. I only want one dance partner tonight.”

Or ever. But that’s a little more serious than he wants to get right now.

“Although,” he adds after a moment. “I may need to reserve one for Miss Lopez.”

[devilsheel]

“I’m sure your one dance partner for the night can share.” Chloe smiles up at him, playful as ever, instinctively leaning in at his side while she continues to enjoy her drink. Enjoys the weight of his hand at the curve of her waist.

Maybe he and Ella can take that moment of dancing to talk some things out. Seeing his devil face seriously cannot be the easiest thing ever to see. She would know.

“You two should have another chat about… you know.”

[dealwiththe]

“Very generous of you,” he murmurs around a sip of his own drink.

And then she says that. What happened to “date night”, again? Lucifer glances at Chloe, then down to his whiskey and sighs.

“Do you really think talking about it is the best course of action here? Better than, say, not talking about it? What if she does have a mental breakdown, then what is she supposed to do?”

He doesn’t say she can’t just run away to Rome for two months because he’s not interested in trying to guilt-trip Chloe. But still -

“Maybe you should talk to her. After all, you’ve been through the whole… process.”

[devilsheel]

Ah, she knows that sigh. Chloe is quiet. Sips her drink, looks down at it, and then looks back up at him when he speaks.

"Well... if she did end up having a breakdown, we both know it's not like she can run off to Rome for a few months." A frown plays the corner of her lips. She swirls her drink for a moment, and then downs the rest of it in a heavy swallow. "Maybe."

Yeah. Yeah, maybe. Ella wouldn't be alone in this—she shouldn't have to go through this alone.

Chloe pushes the empty glass to the bartender and holds up a finger to signal another.

[dealwiththe]

“Yes, exactly,” Lucifer says after a brief, awkward pause. “We’re trapped together on an interdimensional space ship. She couldn’t get away from me right now.”

Chloe had the luxury of being able to go a few thousand miles away from him to process and he has never begrudged her that. Miss Lopez, on the other hand, doesn’t have that luxury right now. That’s not really fair. She might need space! Why wouldn’t she?

[devilsheel]

"And that's why I think you should approach her, talk it out." Nodding to the bartender as her drink comes, she turns back to Lucifer. "I can go with you, if it helps?"

[dealwiththe]

Nope. No, no, and definitely no. That's what's blaring through Lucifer's mind at the very suggestion that he ought to - to corner Miss Lopez somewhere on Navi and - and what? Point out to her again that he is, in fact, the Devil? Maybe show her his face again? To what end?

No, absolutely not.

He finds he can't quite articulate all that just now, or maybe he just doesn't want to, so he just shakes his head and takes on what he hopes is a more flippant attitude as he says, "seems pointless. She's seen my Devil face, she knows, she's fine with it. Best leave it there."

And then, before Chloe has a chance to respond or argue back, he takes a breath, and turns the charm on full-blast. Not his mojo, of course, just the attitude that eons perfecting his flirting game has given him. The hand at Chloe's waist slides over the fabric of her dress, almost a tease, almost possessive, and he leans in, smiling his most charming smile, breathes in her ear, "besides, I know you didn't get all dressed up tonight to talk about boring things like that." He gives his voice a sultry tone that's made countless women (and more than a few men) weak in the knees over the centuries.

[devilsheel]

"You're right..." murmuring back, tilting her ear against his lips, enjoying the hot breath playing the skin.

Chloe takes another, much longer sip, sets her glass on the counter as she slips a hand inside his jacket to slide over the silk backing of the vest inside at his lower back. "I dressed up tonight in this so I could later sit on your face and marvel at the sparkle of rhinestone thigh-highs while I ride it."

She's not quite weak in the knees, yet, however she basking in the closeness.

[dealwiththe]

Lucifer’s face lights up with surprise and delight at her words. “Detective,” he breathes, the mental images flooding his mind threatening to distract him entirely.

“I never realized you have such a naughty mind.” His straight-laced, by-the-book Detective, who always made such a show of being grossed out whenever he so much as mentioned his sex life early in their partnership - well, his surprise is genuine!

He gives her a squeeze. “I thought you might want dinner first,” he adds. Like, an actual, proper date. Which they’ve never really done. He’s never done.

[devilsheel]

Chloe's a bit smug and satisfied at the reaction she'd gotten out of him. It's always fun to keep him on his toes, to say or do something that will make him do a doubletake. She beams up at him, pleased with herself.

"Dinner? Good thing you're almost always hungry, mm? I would love to have dinner with you," she responds, hand slipping out of his jacket but not without giving his side a squeeze back.

With the bartender off at the other end of the bar and the two of them not seemingly paying attention to anything or anyone other than one another, Chloe goes to get her drink back with the intention of bringing it with her to wherever they go for their meal. She startles then as she almost bumps into a man she doesn't recognize, apologizing, reaching for her drink and not noticing the way it oddly fizzes more than it should.

"Shall we?" The drink is lifted, her attention turning back to her date, eyes raised to his as she's about to get in an innocent sip.

Does this place have anywhere that might sell a delicious steak dinner? One has to wonder.

[dealwiththe]

"Wonderful, because I have a reservation all set, and, as much as I can't wait to take that dress off you, I'd also love to show you off a bit," he says, and he is thoroughly distracted by her, but - there's something off about her drink when she grabs it up again.

In one swift movement, he swipes the glass from her fingers, tossing the contents directly onto the floor. "Oops," he murmurs, and then he makes a beeline for the retreating back of the man who bumped into her. "One moment," he calls over his shoulder to her.

The guy - probably some sort of alien, though they look mostly human - has just stepped outside when Lucifer grabs him, slamming him up against the building. "It's not polite to spike a lady's drink without her permission," he growls. His eyes flash red.

[devilsheel]

She's left there frowning at where he'd tossed her drink, looking between the splashed liquid to the empty glass on the counter off to where he was striding. What? Oops? "Lucifer!" he's called after, though he's responded already.

Chloe remains where she is, arms folding under her chest, and she decides to then wave down the bartender to order a fresh gin and tonic. Best to wait for him to return, which she knows won't take long. Meanwhile ... the alien under the guise of a human form grunts as his back hits the brick wall. Although the red eyes flashing don't frighten him, he holds his three fingered hands up in defense.

"She was with you? I—I didn't know! I swear!"

[dealwiththe]

Some of them may not frighten quite as easily, but many of them do, as Lucifer has found.

"She belongs to herself," he growls, his face beginning to change. "You'd do well to remember this moment, next time you think about doing something like that."

The guy squeals in fear then, and Lucifer gives him a sort of shove down the street as his face changes back to its usual look and he smooths his hair down almost automatically before stepping back inside the bar.

"Ah, there you are," he says when he spots her. "Right, where were we? Oh yes! Dinner reservations. Shall we?"

[devilsheel]

Chloe slowly narrows her eyes at him. "I never left." She was right where he'd left her, a fresh gin and tonic in hand.

A gesture then to wherever he'd gone off. "What was that about? You went off pretty quick to deal with...whatever that was?"

[dealwiththe]

"Oh, he spiked your drink," Lucifer says cheerily. "I had to make sure he wasn't planning to do it to anyone else."

He offers her his elbow. "That's the second time I've caught someone doing that. This planet is quite lawless."

[devilsheel]

"He did what?" Yet she's taking the arm that's offered, sliding her hand over it. They get three steps in before she's making a face up at him. "Did he seriously spike my drink? He tried to roofie me?"

[dealwiththe]

"Apparently even aliens aren't free of the concept," Lucifer agrees. "You'd think they'd at least have, if not better morals, then slightly different ones, but no."

He points up the street a bit, where - indeed, it looks like there's a very classy restaurant up there, in walking distance from the bar.

"There it is. I asked for a lot of opinions about it but almost everyone kept saying just be yourself or some nonsense. If you don't like the look of it, we can go somewhere else."

[devilsheel]

Chloe continues to quietly bristle over the fact that some bloody alien tried to roofie her drink, walking alongside Lucifer as they head for the restaurant that he'd pointed out. She has a lot more to say on the matter of being roofied but she knows she also shouldn't let that ruin the date night that's clearly been planned.

"Wait, do you mean 'almost everyone' as in you'd asked around on Navi?" She cuts a look between him and the restaurant. "It looks—nice—yeah! I'm sure I won't have any complaints. All I'm looking for is a nice steak dinner and a nice night out with you."