[ There really was a whole lot being thrown at Vox, and Adam internally cringed at himself for unloading like that- But fuck, that was how having all of Lucifer's emotions, pains and pleasures running around inside his head, with his own shit, was making him feel. Unhinged, unstable, and yeah, spiralling was the right word for it.
He shifts slightly, having to duck to get through the door, glancing back at Vox as he sarcastically invites him in after he'd already passed the threshold... His leash taut but not restricting his posture, a predator coiled in Angel form. ]
--Shit, Lu!?
[ Upon spotting the Fallen trouble maker, Adam skidded across the floor on his knees, skillfully pulling his hooded mask off and tossing it aside, leaving it to rock back and forth between its horns where it lay, upsidedown at Vox's feet.
Concern over his very human-looking face as he leant in, getting a good look, Lucifer seemingly just slumbering. Adam sat back on his heels, the tension melting from his shoulders as they slumped, wings falling limp and tucking neatly partly down his back, half under his arms, before he nodded and turned to look at Vox. ]
Yea, I'll take a fuckin drink, dude.
[ He doesn't say it but there's a thanks in his tone.
Once he was convinced Lucifer was just resting, not dead, not unconscious or suffering from something he couldn't wake from, Adam rose to his feet and made his way over to Vox, taking in the design and decorations of the room like they were made to personally offend him. ]
Businessman... That what you call Overlords in the pits of Hell, you come from? I've heard of you... Never fuckin seen you in person before though, bruh... Why's that?
[ Adam loomed in a little too close as he spoke, getting a real good look at Vox's face. The Archangel loved watching TV up in Heaven, so there was a brief moment then, where he stared a little too long, golden eyes glazing over a touch before he snapped out of it. ]
Gonna tell me what favour he asked you for? Because I know the pricks got a death wish, but I can't fuckin see him asking you to torture him for shits and giggles...
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[As soon as the mask is tossed towards Vox's feet, he considers picking it up. Then he realizes that touching one of the first man's belongings without permission could escalate the situation real fast, so he leaves it where it is. He makes his way over to the bar instead, taking a few bottles down from the shelves and setting them down on the counter. By the time Adam catches up to him, a small selection is already out.]
Not every Overlord is a businessman, and most businessmen aren't Overlords. What we all have in common is we know how to survive Exterminations. [He reaches behind the bar for two glasses, and when he turns around to set them down, Adam's up in his face. Literally. Vox stares right back up until the man finally breaks away.]
Look. All I know is Lucifer wanted a distraction. A hefty one. Words like "pain" and "damage" were included. "Nothing hospital-worthy" was pretty much the only limit. Not my business what he needed distracting from, but I did give him plenty of opportunities to back out, or tone it down. 'Cause, you know, I don't need the trouble that comes with knocking Lucifer on his ass against his will.
[He'd love to have that honor (again), but he's at a disadvantage in this world where the power balance and authority is concerned. He's not rocking that boat. In fact, he's already pushed too far despite the openings to back down and despite Lucifer's consent. If the king decides to be a little baby about what happened as soon as he wakes up, Vox is gonna have to run for the hills.
For now, he waves a hand over the selection of bottles.]
[ Adam’s used to people scrambling to pick up after him. Angels, demons, whoever. Just... not a Sinner Overlord. That’s a new low. Or high. Whatever. The point is, the mask can stay on the damn floor for now. He’ll shove it back on when he feels like it. He doesn’t exactly enjoy being seen without it, brand recognition and all that, also he feels vulnerable as fuck being seen, but Lucifer being a wreck kinda overrode his usual "look untouchable" policy. ]
Yeah? Cool. Awesome. That shit sounds like a fantastic little trauma dump we can circle back to literally any other fuckin’ day, my guy. Because I would absolutely loooove to hear every fuckin gritty, emotional detail. Riveting stuff. Surviving the exterminations, let's make a fuckin TV show of it...
[ He’s gotta hand it to Vox, though. The guy doesn’t rattle easily. That’s... rare. Impressive, even. Plenty of angels have folded under Adam’s glare alone. Vox? Barely blinking. Huh. Mental note taken. ]
...Fuck.
[ He squints at him, trying to decide if he even means the next part. Hard to tell when it’s him talking. ]
You think you could pull that same stunt on me?
[ Is that a challenge? A joke? A genuine question? Even Adam’s not totally sure. He exhales sharply through his nose and eyes the lineup of bottles like they're something he's never seen before. Wine’s usually his speed, classy, ancient, very "first man on Earth" vibes, but whatever. He slumps against the bar beside Vox, shooting a glance over his shoulder to make sure Lucifer’s still... there, still breathing. Still stubborn. ]
You actually gave him an out, and he didn’t take it? Man, that’s— that’s just... that shits brutal. Damn.
[ He drags a hand back through his messy chestnut hair, then down over his face with a long groan before side-eyeing Vox like the guy just proposed something insane. ]
Whiskey. You said it first, so that means it’s the best one, right? That’s how this works.
[ In Adam’s head, the logic is airtight. First man? Best man. First drink mentioned? Obviously top-tier. Duh. ]
[And at once, with a few simple remarks, Adam establishes himself as one of the most frustrating people in this world to Vox. He asked why he's never seen Vox in person before, Vox explained why in the most clinical way possible, and somehow Adam still manages to twist it around to something as pathetic as trauma dumping. Not only is that the most callous way to refer to genocide he's ever heard, it's insulting on the highest personal level. There is no trauma to dump because Vox was powerful enough and smart enough to avoid any of that. Fuck this guy.
Needless to say, he's not pulling 'the same stunt' on Adam, because he's not giving this man a single excuse to try and deliver some real trauma.]
Whiskey it is.
[He uncaps the bottle and, since the First Man here seemed a little unclear on what's even being presented to him, takes some ice cubes out of the freezer. It's not much in terms of watering it down unless Adam lets the glass stand for a while, but at least the offer's there. It raises the question of whether Heaven has any kind of hard liquor, and if not, whether Adam's ever had the chance to try anything like this. It's a hilarious thought that Vox will try not to focus on too hard, lest the amusement shows on his face.]
[For a while, he does dimly register voices. There aren't any emotions for a bit, because it's a lot like listening to a radio broadcast he feels no attachment towards.
Eventually, Lucifer's eyes open, and there's a clearly dazed look; he stares up at the ceiling for a moment...
Then his eyes shift towards Vox, expression hardening as his mind replays that moment before unconsciousness with absolute clarity. He won't be talking anytime soon, but it doesn't stop the Look he gives before he closes his eyes.
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He shifts slightly, having to duck to get through the door, glancing back at Vox as he sarcastically invites him in after he'd already passed the threshold... His leash taut but not restricting his posture, a predator coiled in Angel form. ]
--Shit, Lu!?
[ Upon spotting the Fallen trouble maker, Adam skidded across the floor on his knees, skillfully pulling his hooded mask off and tossing it aside, leaving it to rock back and forth between its horns where it lay, upsidedown at Vox's feet.
Concern over his very human-looking face as he leant in, getting a good look, Lucifer seemingly just slumbering. Adam sat back on his heels, the tension melting from his shoulders as they slumped, wings falling limp and tucking neatly partly down his back, half under his arms, before he nodded and turned to look at Vox. ]
Yea, I'll take a fuckin drink, dude.
[ He doesn't say it but there's a thanks in his tone.
Once he was convinced Lucifer was just resting, not dead, not unconscious or suffering from something he couldn't wake from, Adam rose to his feet and made his way over to Vox, taking in the design and decorations of the room like they were made to personally offend him. ]
Businessman... That what you call Overlords in the pits of Hell, you come from? I've heard of you... Never fuckin seen you in person before though, bruh... Why's that?
[ Adam loomed in a little too close as he spoke, getting a real good look at Vox's face. The Archangel loved watching TV up in Heaven, so there was a brief moment then, where he stared a little too long, golden eyes glazing over a touch before he snapped out of it. ]
Gonna tell me what favour he asked you for? Because I know the pricks got a death wish, but I can't fuckin see him asking you to torture him for shits and giggles...
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Not every Overlord is a businessman, and most businessmen aren't Overlords. What we all have in common is we know how to survive Exterminations. [He reaches behind the bar for two glasses, and when he turns around to set them down, Adam's up in his face. Literally. Vox stares right back up until the man finally breaks away.]
Look. All I know is Lucifer wanted a distraction. A hefty one. Words like "pain" and "damage" were included. "Nothing hospital-worthy" was pretty much the only limit. Not my business what he needed distracting from, but I did give him plenty of opportunities to back out, or tone it down. 'Cause, you know, I don't need the trouble that comes with knocking Lucifer on his ass against his will.
[He'd love to have that honor (again), but he's at a disadvantage in this world where the power balance and authority is concerned. He's not rocking that boat. In fact, he's already pushed too far despite the openings to back down and despite Lucifer's consent. If the king decides to be a little baby about what happened as soon as he wakes up, Vox is gonna have to run for the hills.
For now, he waves a hand over the selection of bottles.]
Whiskey, bourbon, gin or rum?
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Yeah? Cool. Awesome. That shit sounds like a fantastic little trauma dump we can circle back to literally any other fuckin’ day, my guy. Because I would absolutely loooove to hear every fuckin gritty, emotional detail. Riveting stuff. Surviving the exterminations, let's make a fuckin TV show of it...
[ He’s gotta hand it to Vox, though. The guy doesn’t rattle easily. That’s... rare. Impressive, even. Plenty of angels have folded under Adam’s glare alone. Vox? Barely blinking. Huh. Mental note taken. ]
...Fuck.
[ He squints at him, trying to decide if he even means the next part. Hard to tell when it’s him talking. ]
You think you could pull that same stunt on me?
[ Is that a challenge? A joke? A genuine question? Even Adam’s not totally sure. He exhales sharply through his nose and eyes the lineup of bottles like they're something he's never seen before. Wine’s usually his speed, classy, ancient, very "first man on Earth" vibes, but whatever. He slumps against the bar beside Vox, shooting a glance over his shoulder to make sure Lucifer’s still... there, still breathing. Still stubborn. ]
You actually gave him an out, and he didn’t take it? Man, that’s— that’s just... that shits brutal. Damn.
[ He drags a hand back through his messy chestnut hair, then down over his face with a long groan before side-eyeing Vox like the guy just proposed something insane. ]
Whiskey. You said it first, so that means it’s the best one, right? That’s how this works.
[ In Adam’s head, the logic is airtight. First man? Best man. First drink mentioned? Obviously top-tier. Duh. ]
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Needless to say, he's not pulling 'the same stunt' on Adam, because he's not giving this man a single excuse to try and deliver some real trauma.]
Whiskey it is.
[He uncaps the bottle and, since the First Man here seemed a little unclear on what's even being presented to him, takes some ice cubes out of the freezer. It's not much in terms of watering it down unless Adam lets the glass stand for a while, but at least the offer's there. It raises the question of whether Heaven has any kind of hard liquor, and if not, whether Adam's ever had the chance to try anything like this. It's a hilarious thought that Vox will try not to focus on too hard, lest the amusement shows on his face.]
You wanna pour it yourself?
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Eventually, Lucifer's eyes open, and there's a clearly dazed look; he stares up at the ceiling for a moment...
Then his eyes shift towards Vox, expression hardening as his mind replays that moment before unconsciousness with absolute clarity. He won't be talking anytime soon, but it doesn't stop the Look he gives before he closes his eyes.
Fucking asshole.]