October 2nd, 1992
“Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Hahaaaa…no.”
“Then why- I coulda got you another interview.”
He sighs, gripping the steering wheel with his hand. His blue eyes focus on the road in front of him. It's congested during the early morning commute. It's suffocating, really. “Listen Bee.” His voice becomes soft, quiet. A hint of something behind it. A hint of something that brings him discomfort. He wants to bury it, to not look at it. His grip tightens and his knuckles whiten. “I know the reputation this guy has. But…he doesn’t seem all that bad. And I appreciate the help with the interviews but…I think I need to go bigger.”
“Luci-”
“Plus he’s well-liked among the community.”
“Yeah. A lot of radio hosts are. Because they’re fakes.”
He bites his lower lip. Knowing she has a point.
“Just-” She takes a breath. “Just don’t get tricked, okay? You're gonna be live on the air today. And he might seem nice but that's part of his job. Also - and I’m only saying this because you keep forgetting it but - you're someone with power in New Orleans. And a lot of people would kill for some of that power. Radio Hosts are one of them. Interviewing you will boost his ratings I’m sure.”
Lucifer swallows, his saliva feeling thicker than blood it seems. He won’t lie to himself. He’s considered that thought countless times. But it was a risk he needed to take. Because the interviews weren't working. People wouldn’t give him the time of day, no matter how good his presentation was. He needed a new plan and this was the best he could do. Even if Alastor was using him - which he hoped he wasn’t because he was actually kind of fun to hang around and it had been awhile since he’d had a new friend - POINT IS…Even if the redhead was using him that was fine. He was used to that. They were both getting something out of this. He just had to…watch what Alastor asked. Be mindful on how he answered.
