The Devil's Game (BxB)

Chapter Two

The picture attached is Lucifer's faceclaim, Ferran Calderon.

Lucifer checked his silver wristwatch for the time, clicking his tongue. 3 AM, right on time. The male strode confidently through the rather empty parking lot of Lazy Boy's Diner. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, cringing at the bell that chimed as he walked in. 

He walked past the servers station and slid right into an empty booth, tapping his fingers on the table as he waited. He watched a male with brown hair lift his head, the boy was in a waiters uniform. He must be on shift, and all by himself, judging by how stressed the mortal looked.

"Hi, welcome to Lazy Boy's Diner and Bar, my name is Oliver. Can I start you off with a drink?" The mortal, Oliver, spoke routinely as he set a menu in front of Lucifer.

"A bud light would do nicely, thank you," Lucifer smiled up at the male. My, how clueless mortals were. Imagine if this poor waiter knew that the devil was walking the earth and looking him right in the face. 

"No problem, I'll be back with that," replied Oliver before heading off to get the beverage. In the meantime Lucifer let his eyes wander the diner. The devil found himself looking over a few drunken men, a couple oddball tourists, and then Oliver. His gaze settled on the back of the mortal boy's body, eyebrow cocked in thought. He seemed to be struggling. It just so happens, that struggling mortals were Lucifer's specialty.

"So, what's a young kid like you doing working the night shift at some..." Lucifer paused, trying to find the modern word for the establishment. "...Diner." He let his eyes rest on Oliver's pale face, watching as the waiter gave him a polite smile.

"Just trying to get myself together I suppose," Oliver chuckled awkwardly, his skin crawling under Lucifer's gaze. Something seemed off about the man that sat before him. 

The devil clicked his tongue quietly, his fingertip gliding around the edge of his glass before finally taking a sip. He then looked back up at Oliver. "Ah, I see. It gets harder and harder these days, hm?" The man offered.

Oliver glanced at him, retrieving his pen and pad. He was eager to just get the man's order and get him out. His presence set him on edge. "You're right about that," he said dismissively. "Anywho, are you ready to order?" 

Lucifer raised an eyebrow once again, briefly looking over the menu. "Of course... A cheeseburger, please. Cooked medium rare." He said firmly, eyes up and on Oliver now. His eyes were a blue color, almost silver. It took him a decent amount of effort to keep up that facade. Even with the energy he received from the soul of the drunk from the parking lot.

"On it, sir." Oliver responded, even more uncomfortable with the eye contact. Something about this man made him feel... Afraid.