Linda carefully picked her way down the steps into Lux. The lights and music were in full swing even through it was still relatively early. It may have been dark outside but most clubs wouldn't be open for hours yet. Not that Lux ever really needed to conform to it's supposed competition. Lucifer could open and close Lux on a whim and it would still be one of the most popular venues in the city. Although Linda suspected people where drawn more to him and his celestial magnetism than the actual club, even if they did serve a great martini.

She pushed through a group of socialites at the bottom of the stairs and tried to pick out Lucifer. He wasn't hard to spot, amongst all the gyrating bodies he was the only one standing still as he lent on the far end of the bar. Even the man in front of him shifted from one foot to the other in constant motion. Linda made her way over as the man held up his clasped hands in a pleading gesture.

"No" Lucifer said and the man dropped his hands.

"But..." he started and Lucifer pulled himself up to his full height.

"I do not like to repeat myself" he said coldly and Linda recognised the tension in his shoulders. She wondered if the stranger would carry on but the man only hung his head in defeat and left. Lucifer turned to the barman who handed him a full glass of whiskey without a word as she moved closer.

"Who was that?" Linda asked carefully and he glanced at her before leaning back on the bar.

"Just someone looking for a favour" he said absently as he scanned the room before taking a long sip of his drink. Linda watched him carefully, it wasn't the drunken binge she had feared however the tension in his body told her that he was angry. However, she didn't think it was really directed at anyone except maybe himself.

His eyes were roving the club and she noticed his attention linger on a pair of blondes. One of them held a passing resemblance to Chloe and she nodded slightly to herself.

"A little early for a party, it's it?" She asked casually.

"Is that your professional opinion, Doctor?" He replied with a snide twist as he took another mouthful of whiskey.

"I was just wondering, what's the occasion?" She tried to keep her own tone light. Right now she thought it better to get him talking rather than point out his conversational flaws.

"I wasn't aware I needed one" he replied in a more normal voice.

"I guess you don't. But no-one would blame you for wanting a distraction after seeing The Detective" She pointed out, deliberately using his favourite name for her and his head turned sharply. For a moment she was worried, maybe she should have beaten around the bush a little before getting to the point. Then he let out a long breath and looked down at his drink.

"She didn't even want me to touch her." He admitted bitterly and Linda noticed his shoulders somehow become even tenser.

"And how did that make you feel?" She asked and he huffed at her question. He drained his glass and reached over the bar. He pulled out a bottle seemingly at random and filled his tumbler with what looked like vodka.

"Like I was the monster she finally saw me to be" he said eventually before knocking back the entire contents and pulled a slight face at the odd mix of alcohol before refilling his glass.

"Is that what she said to you?"

"Not in so many words" He downed the shot and started to pour another.

"Then how do you know that's how she feels?" She pointed out.

With the pounding music and background chatter this was definitely one of the stranger therapy sessions she'd ever had but she wasn't going to interrupt now she'd finally got him to open up.

"Why else would she act the way she has?" he asked as he put down the bottle with a thump and Linda was silent for a moment as she composed her thoughts.

"Lucifer, when I first saw your face it shook me to my core. It forced me to re-evaluate everything I thought I knew. Not just about who you really are but about my own existence. Chloe's a woman of logic and reason, you've described her so yourself, to have the truth revealed to her, especially when she wasn't prepared for it…"

"But she said I wasn't the Devil to her" He seemed torn between confusion and pleading. Linda had to remind herself that despite his millennia of life, true emotions were still relatively new to him and he didn't have the best track record of dealing with them.

"Lucifer, there is a big difference between being told something and seeing it for yourself. You and Chloe became very close, it's natural for her to be shocked by such a revelation. Have you considered talking to her? Maybe explaining?"

"Why? There is nothing I can say that she doesn't already know. That I'm the Devil, immortal, unchanging? I've already told her all of that."

"But she didn't believe you before, now she knows the truth. Do you think maybe you should find a way to show her that you are the same person?"

"Maze will find the proof" he stated, and Linda sighed. She thought back to her own experience of coming to terms with Lucifer's true nature.

"That wasn't exactly what I meant but even so, wouldn't it be better if it came from you?" She paused as he refilled his glass and took yet another drink.

"What could I possible say that would make any difference?" he asked bitterly and Linda considered her position.

"Are you asking me as a therapist or as a friend?" He looked at her and for a moment it felt like they were in their own little bubble of silence.

"Both" He said eventually and she gave a slight smile.

"Then I would say you need to prove to her that the world hasn't changed just because of what she knows. That you are the same Lucifer she cared about and the rules are still the same" Lucifer looked at her for a moment with a furrowed brow before a realisation hit him and he smiled.

"You're right, Doctor, I think I know just what to do" He put down his glass and walked out with a purposeful stride. Linda watched him go with a slightly worried expression. She picked up his abandoned glass and sniffed the mystery spirit. She was pleasantly surprised to find it was gin, not vodka, and she took a cautious sip.

"I really hope he gets it right this time" She said to herself before draining the rest of the glass.