The detective woke up first of course. Her police internal clock never let her sleep in, and having Trixie made sure of that. And yet, she had slept in. It was obvious by how obnoxiously bright the sun hitting her heavy eyelids was. Chloe could tell something was off. That suspicion was only confirmed when she opened her eyes. She was naked.
In fairness, almost naked. She had terribly delicate silk shorts on, fringed in lace and in baby-freaking-blue for God's sake. Even worse, the legs sticking out of the plush white comforter next to her were long, well- toned, and had a dusting of dark hair. Chloe Decker moved faster than she had ever moved in her life when she rolled out of that bed. Ducking to miss the nightstand, she hit the floor and sprung up looking for her gun. There was nothing in her line of sight that was even remotely familiar. Clothes were strewn on the floor of the nicest penthouse he had ever seen, except perhaps Lucifer's.
Speak of the Devil, the massive ball of blankets shifted and the face it revealed belonged to none other than her soon-to-be ex-partner. "What the hell Lucifer?" She yelled as she paced the massive room looking for her purse. Chloe slammed closet doors and drawers despite the pounding migraine that signaled one of her rare hangovers. The lump in the bed groaned loudly before propping himself up on one elbow and running his other hand through a tragic case of bed head.
"Detective, why in Father's name are you in my apartment making so much noise, and topless I may add." Lucifer grumbled as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. Chloe had forgotten that she was nude from the waist up and crossed an arm over her chest while she continued her panicked search. "Actually; where have you taken me? Have you taken advantage of me?" Lucifer added with a wry grin. The room he had woken up to was foreign to him as well, but seemed suitable to his general style.
"I don't know what you did," Chloe retorted. "But you have really screwed up this time."
"Whoa. Whoa. Hold up my lovely lady in blue, but I promise you I have no idea what you're talking about." He rolled to the edge of the enormous bed and stood up, noting that the Armani boxer briefs he was wearing were not his usual choice of sleepwear. "Oh ho hoo, did you dress me kitten?" He laughingly said aloud as he took in his odd appearance in this strange hotel room.
"This isn't in any way funny." Chloe had concluded that neither her purse, or more importantly her phone, were anywhere to be found. "Where are we? How did we get here? I don't remember anything after dinner…"
They had been eating their make-up meal in Lucifer's apartment after what had been one of the longest weeks of her life. The rollercoaster of emotions that she had experienced would drive anyone to drink, but she only remembered having one glass.
"I think I've figured out where we are," Lucifer said hesitantly as he peered through the pulled back curtain.
"And where is that, Lucifer?" Chloe began to walk towards the window closest to her.
"We are in Vegas, Chloe." Was his cautious reply.