Let's Make a Deal

The Date

   "Wait, hahaha–! No, Charlie actually had you film a commercial?" The club or Jazz Lounge that Mimzy owned had been in the entertainment district of Pentagram City. It had only taken them a short walk to get there after Lucifer portaled them to the middle of the street. The club itself was actually rather nice, with very retro themed decorations and hanging lights. The music was live, which surprised him, and the bar was one of the more active parts. That didn't surprise him considering what Sinners are like. Alastor picked a table near the stage and the moment he mentioned the commercial, the previous advertisement for the Hotel before the radio one they just did, he had lost his mind.

     Lucifer knows how Alastor feels about modern technology, let alone video technology, so the thought of him making not one commercial but two, even if the first one had been a joke, it was far too much. He cackled hard enough that he jammed his elbow against the table, sending a wave of pain through it up to his injured shoulder that had mostly healed now. It certainly didn't stop his laughter. "And you agreed to do it?"

   "Yes, well, Vagatha made a deal with me. One commercial and she will never have me mess with that frivolous video contraption again." He tilted the cup in his hand, watching the liquid in it move back and forth.

   Lucifer arched a brow at him and dropped his head onto his hand, watching Alastor in amusement. "You realize the glaring loophole in that agreement, right?" He asked and Alastor narrowed his gaze slightly. "Alastor. Vaggie agreed to not ask you to do it. Anyone else, including myself, can ask you to make a video commercial." The demon's hand clenched around the cup, an actual growl slipping from him. "Not that I would, but I definitely want to see both commercials you made. You are fantastic at radio but you definitely can't function with a video camera."

   "How charmed I am, Sire."

   Alastor was drinking what Lucifer was certain was rye whiskey and it did seem to have a bit of an effect on him, the slightest coloring starting to form on his face as he sipped his drink. He clearly had no intention of drinking enough for it to truly affect him, Lucifer had the feeling that Alastor was not the kind that enjoyed losing any sort of control over himself. Drinking to the point your inhabitants are lowered and even more that you might not remember what you do, doesn't seem like the type of thing Alastor would enjoy.

   Picking up his cup he sipped the water he had gotten and turned his gaze over toward the stage where the band was eagerly performing away. Jazz music has indeed started to grow on him, it might be one of his favorite genres next to classical now. "How accurate is this exactly? You said you knew Mimzy when the two of you were alive?"

   "Indeed." Alastor took another sip of his drink, finishing it off and placing the empty cup down. Pushing it to the side of the table he turned his attention to the stage to watch too. "Mimzy and I go quite far back. I was often cleaning her messes up for her, just as I continue to do down here apparently."

   "You don't own her soul?" He questioned, leaning back in his chair as he looked at Alastor. "You just dig her out of trouble? For free? Wouldn't it be easier if you did own her soul?"

   "I suppose." Alastor stated, his eye twitching slightly. Was the idea of owning her soul revolting? Maybe. She did seem... particularly tedious to deal with. "But she is a friend."

   "Is she." The doubt was heavy in his voice, the words not even coming out as a question because they most certainly weren't. There was no wondering for him where this was concerned, she was not a friend. Friends don't show up when they're in trouble just to have someone else clean it up. Clearly she was using Alastor as some sort of bodyguard. Well, not his problem. People don't get into Hell by being good, clearly her sins were quite glaring.