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29. MISSION: Lucifer becomes a siren (pt 2)

I'm baackkk. My results are on 16th Dec help-. Anyway winter vacations till Jan 17th! so I'll be writing smmmm.
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Alastor's POV

Alastor trailed behind Lucifer, eyes scanning the main hall as they followed the faint shadow weaving through the crowd. The place was packed with the usual cruise suspects: vacationing families, overly enthusiastic retirees, and couples attempting to reignite long-lost sparks. But amidst the typical chaos, Alastor's gaze locked onto one man perched at the bar.

The guy was nursing a glass of vodka like it was the key to inner peace. His posture screamed I've had three too many, but his face remained unsettlingly calm. Not a single flushed cheek or glazed-over stare in sight. It was almost as if the vodka was drinking him.

Interesting.

Alastor tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. The man's movements were just a little too deliberate, a little too composed for someone likely on their fourth round. Spirits-especially the malevolent kind-loved hiding in plain sight, and this one? A textbook candidate. If Alastor could just get the man's attention-

His train of thought derailed when Lucifer leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"What the-?" Alastor nearly jumped, his antennae going haywire.
Lucifer tilted his head with that infuriatingly casual smirk, as if sneaking a kiss mid-hunt was the most logical thing in the world.

"What's on your mind, darling? Care to share with the class?"
Alastor opened his mouth, words forming a single-file line but failing to exit. "I... uh, that guy-um, over there-" He motioned toward the bar, vaguely flapping a hand like a broken windmill, his other hand wrapping onto Lucifer's waist, mainly to support himself.

Lucifer didn't budge, wrapping his arms around Alastor's neck and leaning in closer. "Hmm?" His breath smelled like apples and caramel, which really shouldn't have been a big deal. Except now, Alastor couldn't stop thinking about it.

Why apples? Why caramel? His brain decided to short-circuit further. And why does he smell like dessert when I'm trying to focus on the literal embodiment of evil over there?! I don't even like desserts!?

Alastor cleared his throat, willing himself to sound normal. "Y-Yes, well, our target's at the bar." He straightened up, trying to sound authoritative, but his voice cracked. Lucifer grinned.

"Target, huh? Sure you're not just eyeing another cocktail?" Lucifer teased, tugging playfully at Alastor's bowtie. Heck, he was unbuttoning his buttons

Nope, not now.

Alastor's composure, which was already on thin ice, promptly shattered. "Excuse me, I don't-"

Lucifer kissed him again, this time on the temple, which was somehow worse.

Alastor flailed internally, his brain practically screaming, STOP THAT! HE SMELLS TOO GOOD! HOW IS THAT EVEN FAIR?

The man at the bar shifted, turning slightly toward them, and Alastor instantly snapped back into mission mode. "Enough distractions, Lucifer," he muttered, peeling Lucifer's arms away. He straightened his tie for effect. "Let's go see if our friend over there has a, ah, spirit problem."

Lucifer huffed dramatically. "Fine. But you owe me another kiss later."

Alastor didn't even dignify that with a response, mostly because he knew Lucifer would win any banter battle. Instead, he strode toward the bar, determined to confront their target-and, hopefully, avoid thinking about caramel apples for the rest of the night.