Cut to inside Paddock bar
Man: Here comes that bitch Decker.
Man 2: Who the hell are those guys?
Zarathos, Lucifer, and Chloe sit at the bar.
Lucifer: (to the man already sitting at the bar next to him) It's Italian wool. Touch it. I know you want to. Go on. Yeah. (after a moment) That'll do. (clears throat, turns to Chloe on his other side) Well, somebody's not being crowned homecoming queen, are they?
Chloe: Yeah. Order. Please.
Lucifer: Right. (raises voice to bartender) Uh, three shots of your finest swill, please, love.
Zarathos: Actually, I'll take a whiskey on the rocks. Oh and can I get a double cheeseburger with fries.
Bartender: You got it.
Chloe: (to bartender) I'll have a water. (to Lucifer) So, about this whole favor thing. What... what is it? What are you, some kind of loan shark? Con man? Godfather with a twist?
Lucifer: But surely you've heard the expression...
Chloe: "Deal with the Devil"?
Zarathos: Funny story about that, I accidentally started that expression when I was drunk one day and somehow it caught on after all these centuries.
Chloe: Ok, now you're just messing with me.
The bartender comes with their drinks and food.
Lucifer: He's really not, it was a whole thing back then. But nowadays people come to me to ask for favors, and more often than not, I'm happy to oblige.
Chloe: What do you get?
Lucifer: Well, sometimes, I have something in mind, but, usually, like with Benny, it's simply to be repaid at a later date. A devilish IOU, if you will.
Chloe: Who would take a deal like that?
Lucifer: They all do.
Zarathos: It's like credit card debt. People don't really think about the future, they just want the money now.
Chloe: That weirdy makes sense.
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Lucifer's Bounty Hunter
FanfictionLucifer Morningstar, the retired ruler of Hell, owns a high-end nightclub in Los Angeles, having moved there four years prior for a more exciting life. He took his right-hand demon, Mazikeen, hell's strongest demon, and his brother, Zarathos, Hell's...