The detention room

The Party

NARI POV

Yes, still Nari. Deal with it.

I made it out of school with no more ambushes of the Novak kind. Opening the door, I didn't notice any broken beer bottles.

That's a good sign.. I thought. Dashing up stairs, I flopped onto my bed.

"Nari? Is that you?" Joh-Dad, yelled up the stairs. I flinched at being found.

"Yes, Dad." I heard a grunt in response. I sighed and started on my homework. I finished around 4. I looked at my phone, which was, strangely, had a few texts on it.

Hmm. I glanced at my phone. I had a few texts from "Satan 😈", "🍭Candyman 🍭" and "Castiel" I opened the app and texted back.

N: Satan? Really Lucifer?

L: Ahh! She awakens!

N: So, Candyman is Gabe, I presume?

L: Why do you type so fancy

N: I'll take that as a yes.

L: Sooo... are you coming?

N: To what?

L: The party of course.

I stopped and put down my phone, pondering. I had the time to do so, but did I want to? Broken out of my thoughts by a buzzing phone, I looked at the messages.

L: Hello

L: Did you die

L: Are you dead

L: What flowers would you like on your coffin

L: Did I offend you?

L: Sorry

That last one caught me off guard. Lucifer apologizing? What crazy alternate universe do we live in?  I made up my mind.
"Hey, Dad? Can I go to a party tonight?"

LUCIFER POV
Random pov switch. Yeh.
I glanced at my phone. No response. Godammit! You can't even talk to her without messing up!
That's evident
Shut up.
*ping*
I nearly pounced on my phone.

N: I can go.

I did a little mental dance and replied.

L: :D

N: :D

Balthy burst into my room.
"Come on Luce! We have to prep!" I grinned and bounded downstairs

Nari POV (hehehehe)

I rummaged through my closet. Ughh I need to update this wardrobe. I do have an hour, I could go shopping... I don't have money, but my dad has a credit card, if only I could get my hands on it.

"Nara!" My dad bellowed. I flinched. He barged into my room with a broken bottle. (I totally didn't type that as borken) He tossed it at me and I used my hand to deflect it. I got a deep cut on my palm. Hey, at least it was sanitized by the alcohol! Ha, ha, ha. Ha. 

"We're out of beer!" he bellowed, engulfing my face with beer-breath. "Go get more!" John pushed his credit card in my face, almost stabbing my eyeball. I grabbed it, thankful for the chance to get out of the house. Darting around him, I bolted down the stairs, grabbing my phone.

--/-shopping timeskip-\--
(Outfit is thing above)
After I dropped off the beer, I went over to the address Cas texted me. I was about 15 minutes early, so I hesitated before I knocked. Uriel opened the door.

"H-hello."

"Hello." He said blankly. I rose my hand in a slight wave.

"What happened to your hand?" He asked, grabbing my wrist and inspecting my palm.

"I-I-I uhhhhh." He pulled me inside and dragged me to the bathroom. Pointing to the closed toilet, he stated

"Sit." I sat. Uriel grabbed a box with what I could only assume was medical supplies.

"Hold out your hand." I did as he asked. He dabbed some alcohol on it and I hissed. Adding some ointment, he wrapped it in a few layers of bandages. Entering the main lobby, I realized how big this house was. Uriel looked uncomfortable.

"Do you.. play chess?"

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-Mika :3