Fame Crazy (Sequel to Strings Attached)

Chapter 60

"I brought you guys a Satan," Gabriel announces, dragging Lucifer over to the bar.

"Hey," Castiel greets him, earning a head nod in recognition.

"Welcome back," Charlie adds, getting a smile in return.

"Hey, Lucifer," Michael says, but Lucifer ignores him and takes a seat. Michael just rolls his eyes.

"I don't know drinks so I don't know what I'm doing," he announces.

"Wanna finish mine?" Castiel offers. "I only had a sip."

Lucifer shrugs. "Sure. Slide it over."

Castiel does as he's told, and Lucifer picks the glass up off the table. He looks at it for a moment, and, like Castiel, takes a whiff of it. He shrugs and takes a small sip.

"Not bad," he says, taking another sip.

"You handled that way better than Castiel did," Charlie laughs.

"You mean better than lightweight over there?" he asks teasingly. "Big surprise."

Castiel bitch faces him, and he just smiles innocently.

"By the way, we're trying to get Michael to tell us his sexuality, and we're kinda banking on you to annoy him into telling us," Gabriel tells him.

"Great. And to think I thought you dragged me back here because you missed me," he jokes.

"You game?" Gabriel asks.

Lucifer shrugs. "Meh. I don't really care."

Castiel and Gabriel share a concerned look. Lucifer is the ship master, and he makes sure that anything relating to ships is his business. How can he not care about Michael's sexuality when that's his whole thing?

"Do you already know it?" Charlie asks him.

"Nope."

"You can't stay mad at me forever," Michael tells him, picking up immediately on what's wrong. "Not over something this stupid."

Lucifer just crosses his arms stubbornly.

Michael sighs. "Fine, whatever."

"I don't think I've ever seen them fight before," Gabriel whispers to Castiel.

"I don't think they ever have," Castiel whispers back. And this is a pretty stupid thing to fight about, too.

"So..." Charlie says awkwardly, attempting to break the tension. "Who wants to come dance with me?"

"I like how you ask that like you're going to give us a choice," Castiel observes, knowing already that she's going to drag them out to the mini dance floor anyway.

"I'm gonna pass," Michael says. "Dancing isn't my thing."

"I can't dance, either," Castiel tells him. "Doesn't mean I won't pretend I can."

"I'd rather not —"

"You're coming," Charlie tells him.

"But —"

"C'mon." She takes his arm and pulls him away, and though he could easily stop her because he's probably twice her size, he seems to get that she won't leave him alone, because he reluctantly allows her to drag him away.