"Are you sure about this?" Lucifer asked as he pulled the corvette up outside the Woodward house. The suburban street was quiet this late in the evening. Stars could be seen overhead and most of the houses were dark as their residents had called it a night. It was far removed from the party hours Lucifer was accustomed to keeping.
"Relatively sure, cards don't lie and I can be pretty good so… yes?" Amber said, slightly uncertain, as she got out the car and looked around.
"Don't get me wrong, I'd love for the uptight almost in-laws to be involved in this somehow but they have an annoyingly reliable alibi" he said as he too got out of the convertible.
"I didn't say they did something bad. I said something bad was going to happen… possibly" Amber replied absently as she looked across the street to the picturesque house.
"You mean we came all this way for a 'possibly'?" Lucifer asked, clearly irritated, and Amber once again looked down to avoid his eyes.
"I told you, it's not exact. It's also harder if I'm involved. Too many options" She pulled out her ever-present cards and started to sort through them.
"Well that would have been good to know earlier" He said in frustration as he pulled out his flask and took a drink.
"Sorry. Most people either laugh or freak out when I mention the whole 'psychic' thing so I tend not to talk about this stuff. Makes for a much easier life" She admitted and held the fanned deck out towards him. "It's kinda become ingrained over the years. Pick a card" she said and he paused before drawing one from the exact centre and looking at it as she gathered the rest of the deck back together.
"Is this where I memorize it and put it back?" he joked and Amber gave a slight smile as she shook her head. She nodded towards the card he held and he turned it over so she could see it: two of spades.
"What does that mean?" He was genuinely interested as he handed the card back and she stared at it for several seconds.
"Right place, wrong time." She said eventually before turning over the next card and glanced at it before putting them all away. "We wait" she said and sat down on the hood of his car.
"Wait for what?" He asked and she shook her head.
"Absolutely no idea" she admitted cheerfully.
He raised his eyebrows briefly then sat down next to her and took another pull from his flask. She slid across the hood as he drank until she was as far away as the car would allow. He frowned and she held up her hands in apology.
"It's nothing personal. It's just… you" she waved one of her hands to indicate his entire person.
"It's hard to see how that could be anything but personal" he replied and she had the decency to look embarrassed.
"I'm not really sure I can explain it" she said as she folded her arms around herself.
"Try" he allowed a sharpness to creep into his voice and she paused before replying.
"You're too loud." She said and sighed at his quizzical expression. "Everything makes noise, but, in my head. It all sounds different, unique, but it's normally quiet, I can ignore it. But you... you're so loud. It's divinely beautiful and very … distracting" she said as she looked him up and down and he saw a familiar desire start to blossom in her eyes. She seemed to realise it too and cleared her throat "I told you there wasn't a good way to put it" she said and looked down at her feet.
"Well I suppose it's called a 'choir of angels' for a reason." He said with a smile and he looked her up and down in return "What does it sound like?" He asked, genuinely interested, and she looked at him quizzically. "When I asked you what you desired? You said you could hear it."
She paused and her brow furrowed as she thought about it. Eventually she stood and stepped over to him. He was intrigued as she leaned in as if to whisper something in his ear. Then she gave a high, drawn out, whistle. She started quiet but rose in volume until he pulled away. She jerked back and stopped as soon as he moved.
"Sorry" She immediately apologised and moved back to the other side of the car hood.
"No need, I did ask" he assured her as he rubbed his ear and straightened his suit "And that's what you hear all the time?" He asked and she shook her head.
"Only when you asked things like you did at the station. The rest of the time you're just impossible to ignore, like a piped piper" she said as she visibly forced herself to look at the nearest lamppost.
"A sexy piped piper?" he corrected and she laughed.
"I suppose so" she said as she pointedly kept herself facing away from him.
"Really?" Lucifer said and he found himself smiling a predator's grin. "So, when it comes to our deal, how do you plan to get passed my divine theme tune to hold up your end of the bargain?" The tone of his voice was significantly less jovial than it had been a moment ago and she turned to look at him sharply.
"Well, you can always ask your question then leave the room" she said hurriedly and then gave a tiny smile. "Or, maybe, stop being so distractingly beautiful?" she managed to add and it was Lucifer's turn to laugh.
"I assure you, that's never going to happen." he said as he eyed her with a new appreciation. "You know, you're not what I expected"
"What was that? Bead curtains and Lava lamps?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head.
"Well…." He started to say when they both looked up at the sound of breaking glass. "... that didn't take long" Lucifer finished as they began to hear muffled shouts from inside the Woodward's house.
"Wait here" He ordered and stalked towards the building.