Deal with the Devil

A Dinner Gone Right

Chey would eye herself in the mirror, at the red cocktail dress. 'What am I doing..I'm not trying to impress anyone..' she'd shake her head and would walk to her closet then stopped herself. 'Although it would be nice to see the look on his face...' she'd chuckle and would head to the bathroom instead, readying her hair and put a light coat of makeup on, to prevent if her brow would sweat from nervousness- 'and I'm nervous..why am I nervous..' she'd take a moment to breathe and then looked at her final product, taking a quick spin in the wall mirror outside the bathroom door. 'This should work..' she'd nod and grabbed her bag, walking out if her room just in time to hear a knock. She'd hurry over. "I'm here!" She'd open the door and tensed up. Dress suit, slick hair and all, Lucifer leaned on the door with a grin as he'd hold out a flower. "You ready?" Chey would feel her brow already sweating. 'I need less makeup..'

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Chey would sit awkwardly at the table, eyeing her menu in the same way for around 7 or so minutes. Lucifer woul raise a brow. "You've been doing that for ages, why not eye the attraction-" "No no I'm fine hehe..I'm fine..." She'd quickly say and then sat on her hands in a child like manner, usually a thing she'd do when insecure or unsure of where to put her hands. Lucifer would raise a brow and then shrugged. "Alrighty...do you know what you're getting then if you've eyed it do long..?" Chey would eye him then sighed. "No..." She'd mutter and Lucifer eyed the menu as the waiter walked over. "An appetizer of garlic rolls with olive oil." The waiter nodded and took the wine glasses off the table as Lucifer had set them upside down. Chey would take a breath. 'Don't feel like you have to impress him..he's going to leave soon so don't get attached...' Lucifer eyed her, raising a brow. "And you're thinking about..?" Chey eyed him. 'Oh uh, just how I'm going to get this next project done without my partner being here.." Lucifer grinned. "I don't know about the project but I make a good partner.." Chey flushed and slapped his hand. "Will you stop with that!" She'd whisper in an annoyed tone. Lucifer chuckled. "Aw, the little blonde bomb is going off.." Chey sighed. "I will leave this table." "No you won't." "I will, I'll do it." She'd stand. Lucifer grinned. "Try me.." he'd say easily and Chey rolled her eyes then walked past before being pulled onto his lap. "Do you really want to leave the preshow..?" He'd whisper up her neck and she'd shiver, turning red. "P-Preshow..?" He'd chuckle. "Well yes, I'm your ride home and I picked up Lion King from the local market." Chey would take a breath of relief. "Oh thank god.." Lucifer chuckled. "Of course your interpretation was more interesting.." Chey rolled her eyes and settled back on her own chair. Lucifer chuckled and eyed back down at his menu.

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After the dinner Chey would stretch out on the sidewalk. Lucifer would walk out after. "A rather uneventful dinner.." Chey would eye him. "Well I'm glad it wasn't 'eventful' cause on your terms I wouldn't have a dress on by now.." Lucifer laughed. "True true.." he'd walk with her down the walk to the parking lot below the building. "Still a nice dinner though.." She'd compliment and eyed him before taking a step back against a cement pillar in the parking garage. Lucifer would step closer at her notice of his advance. "So, do I have the permission to mark you now...?"