Chloe stepped into the club and came up short when she heard strong brass and not breezy, lounge-singer piano notes festooning the air.
Lucifer was sitting on his piano bench, watching the young men onstage rehearsing the stage.
“What even is that?” Chloe asked.
“Big Bad Voodoo Daddies,” Lucifer said. “Well, not the actual band, but a good cover band. Not that I couldn’t get the real band.”
Chloe arched an eyebrow. “So you’re saying voodoo is real?”
Lucifer arched an eyebrow right back at her. “I’m saying I like their music.”
The man onstage began to sing.
Here comes the snake and he circles your leg He’s come to play and make your body parts shake
Chloe rolled her eyes.
Lucifer rose, offered her a hand.
“You dance?” She eyed his hand like it was, well, a snake.
“I’m the origin of all fun things,” he said.
She accepted his hand, and he pulled her into a neat swing frame, and then they were moving deftly to the music.
He leaned in, sang in her ear as the brass crescendoed.
Yes, I believe but I'd rather not pray What I believe in I'd rather not say, baby Did your God show you the door? Well, I'm here to eat your apple to the core
Chloe shoved him away.
Lucifer winked at her and made a flourish like a magician, and he was holding an apple. He tossed it to her.
She caught it.
“Now,” he said, settling back on the piano bench, “what can I do for you?”
Chloe eyed him, and then she took a big bite out of the apple. “What can you tell me about a certain dead serial killer, say, Jack the Ripper? He came through your realm, right?”
Lucifer leaned his chin on his hand. “Oooh, you’re here for tea. Where shall I start?”
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Date: 2020-02-14 03:57 pm (UTC)Lucifer was sitting on his piano bench, watching the young men onstage rehearsing the stage.
“What even is that?” Chloe asked.
“Big Bad Voodoo Daddies,” Lucifer said. “Well, not the actual band, but a good cover band. Not that I couldn’t get the real band.”
Chloe arched an eyebrow. “So you’re saying voodoo is real?”
Lucifer arched an eyebrow right back at her. “I’m saying I like their music.”
The man onstage began to sing.
Here comes the snake and he circles your leg
He’s come to play and make your body parts shake
Chloe rolled her eyes.
Lucifer rose, offered her a hand.
“You dance?” She eyed his hand like it was, well, a snake.
“I’m the origin of all fun things,” he said.
She accepted his hand, and he pulled her into a neat swing frame, and then they were moving deftly to the music.
He leaned in, sang in her ear as the brass crescendoed.
Yes, I believe but I'd rather not pray
What I believe in I'd rather not say, baby
Did your God show you the door?
Well, I'm here to eat your apple to the core
Chloe shoved him away.
Lucifer winked at her and made a flourish like a magician, and he was holding an apple. He tossed it to her.
She caught it.
“Now,” he said, settling back on the piano bench, “what can I do for you?”
Chloe eyed him, and then she took a big bite out of the apple. “What can you tell me about a certain dead serial killer, say, Jack the Ripper? He came through your realm, right?”
Lucifer leaned his chin on his hand. “Oooh, you’re here for tea. Where shall I start?”