Lucifer was drinking alone in his office and nearly choked when, without so much as a warning knock, his mother strode inside.
"Oh, dear," she remarked, looking around at all the empty bottles strewn about the room. "What's happened here?"
Her deadpan tone made Lucifer certain she knew, but wanted to hear him say it out loud for her own satisfaction. When he said nothing, she continued. "What sort of horrible thing or person would make you want to drink this much?"
"Maybe I just like drinking," Lucifer slurred. "Did you ever...did you ever think of that, Mother?" Then, he burped.
"I can't believe you're defending that...person after what she did to you. And I was so proud...I thought we were on the good path to kicking her out after she murdered your child." She gave an exaggerated sniffle and leaned against the desk, pulling a tissue out of her cleavage. "I had such hopes...but I guess I was wrong."
Lucifer blinked and put his half-empty glass down. His clothes were rumpled and he looked like he hadn't showered in much longer than was normally acceptable for him. "How...how do you know what Eleanor did?"
Charlotte gave a chuckle and took Lucifer's chin in her hand. "I have my ways," she said. "But don't worry, I'm here to help. Go take a shower and then we'll talk."
Lucifer scowled. "I don't always agree with your definition of 'help', but something must be done. All right, just a minute." He finally put his glass down and his mother followed him from the office to the bathroom and helped him undress after turning on the water.
"What are you doing?" He asked her. "I'm not a child. I don't need this."
"Clearly you do, son," Charlotte replied easily as she deftly unbuttoned his shirt. "I'm surprised you can even stand up. Now, don't try to stand in there. Sit on the little shelf where people put shampoo so you don't fall over."
"What if I don't want to?" Lucifer asked.
"You don't do it and I will come in there with you to make sure you don't hurt yourself," Charlotte told him firmly. "And I'm certain you don't want that."
"If you're serious, I certainly don't," Lucifer nodded, his mind clearing a little as he undressed the rest of the way while Charlotte averted her eyes, then sat as she asked and quickly washed and shampooed.
"There," he said as he got out. "You want to towel me off too?"
"Oh, no," Charlotte shook her head and threw a towel at him. "You seem much more alert now. I'm gonna go make myself a drink!"
"Make one for me too, while you're at it," Lucifer called after her. "Please?"
Once they were together again in the office, Charlotte took Lucifer's usual seat behind his desk and returned to the matter at hands. "Now, as I was saying, I've come to help you with this unfortunate business involving your wife."
"I don't see how you could," Lucifer told her. "Not unless you can undo the past."
"I can't," Charlotte shook her head. "I'm sorry. I wish I could. I know this is upsetting for you."
"That is a massive understatement!" Lucifer burst out. "She ended a pregnancy and I wasn't even brought into the discussion! You'd think that since I had a part in the making of girl she was carrying that I should at least know about it...but no. Apparently, that's not allowed. And did you know that Dad's siding with her?"
"Well, that's not a surprise," Charlotte nodded. "He's never had your best interests at heart. I know I let you down after your rebellion, but I want to use this opportunity to make up for that. This time, I'm siding with you. Just...let me know what you want to do, and I'll do it. Especially if it involves getting that stupid woman out of your life."
"I want her to pay!" Lucifer burst out passionately. "I want her to hurt as much as she hurt me! Is that too much to ask?"
"No," Charlotte shook her head and turned her face away so he couldn't see her smirk. "It's not. It's well-deserved, even. And I'm sure you can handle it quite well."
"No," Lucifer shook his head. "No, I can't. Every time I try, she just looks at me with the face and the eyes and I...I feel really bad and can't do anything! And even if I could, she'd probably just be turned on by it, so that's no good! I need help!"
"Just let me take care of everything," Charlotte suggested. "You won't have to face your wife, you won't have blood on your hands, and you'll get your vengeance."
"And...and you won't kill her?" Lucifer asked. "You promise?"
"Yes," Charlotte put her arms around him. "I swear to your father that I will have no part in killing Eleanor."
"Good," Lucifer nodded. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, son," Charlotte nodded and made her way to the door of the office and turning around to face him before leaving. "What's a mother for?"
Charlotte made a face as she stared up at Angelica and Sammy's house. Though the pair were still having some issues, they decided it would be best to have Angelica come back until the mansion had been rebuilt. This was where Charlotte's senses told her Azrael was.
She made her way to the door and knocked, stepping back and frowning when she saw Angelica's face looking at her from one of the side windows before she shut the curtains and told everyone one in the house, "Don't answer the door. It's only Grandma and I bet I know what she wants. And it's not anything good."
"I might as well get it," came Azrael's voice. "She's not gonna leave until someone lets her in."
"Well, how kind of you, dear," Charlotte smiled as Azrael opened the door. "You're right. I do need a teensy little favor. Come out here on the step to talk to me. I don't want anyone else in there to hear."
"If you want a favor, you're asking the wrong kid," Azrael reminded her, arms crossed. "No one can bargain with me. Not even you."
"Oh, but please, just this once," Charlotte prodded. "It's to help Lucifer. Does that change your mind?"
"Not really," Azrael shook her head. "But let's say that I lost my mind temporarily and did decide to help you. What do you want? How do you want me to help Lucifer?"
"Well, I'm sure you're aware that your brother and...she having issues right now. She's done something that hurt your brother quite badly and now he wants her to pay. And since I promised I wouldn't lay a finger on her, I want you to kill her for me. Take that blade of yours and..." she made noise, drawing her finger across her throat.
Azrael groaned internally. She'd known that this was the sort of favor her mother was going to ask for and that's why she'd refused it. Her brother might say now, in anger, that he wanted Ellie to pay, but he didn't. He just needed a little help, and so did she.
And now that a murderous mother was inserting herself into the whole situation that was best left alone, the Angel of Death felt she had to do something. To start, she did one of the things she did best: look her mother right in the eye and lie. "All right, Mom. I'll see what I can do to Ellie. She's tough to kill, but I'm pretty sure my blade would work on her.
"Good girl," Charlotte smiled. "I knew I could count on you! Let me know when you get it done, all right? I want evidence!"
"Sure," Azrael nodded. "Okay."
Charlotte then nodded and gave her a thumbs up before heading to her car as Azrael headed back inside the house.
"You...you're not really gonna kill my mother, are you?" Angelica asked. "Please don't. I did a spell before you two started talking and I heard everything."
"Of course I won't," Azrael told her. "I just said that to get Mom off my back. I have a plan, don't worry about it. Your mother will be all right."
"Good," Angelica nodded as Sammy reached over her lap to offer Azrael the popcorn bowl. "Thanks, Aunt Rae-Rae."
"Are you okay?" Charlotte Junior asked as she followed Jeff around. "Are you hungry? Sleepy? Scared? In need of a hug? Anything you need, I'll give it to you."
"I'd like some peace and quiet!" Jeff snapped, turning on her quickly. Ever since she'd arrived at his house, she hadn't let him have a moment alone. He knew she was doing it out of the goodness of her heart, and that he should encourage that sort of selflessness, but really...sometimes it was too much.
"I...I'm sorry," Charlotte reddened. "I'm just worried is all."
"Can you...can you please just step away?" Jeff snapped. "I know you want to help, and I'm touched, but especially since you're making me mad, I could change again and this time, you might not be so lucky!"
"I don't know why you're so worried about that," Charlotte Junior remarked. "If you didn't hurt me last time, who says you will this time? I'm not worried, you shouldn't be either."
He tensed as she hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. "Please," he begged. "This is a big house. Go somewhere else."
"Fine," Charlotte junior nodded. "I'll go take a bath."
"Good," Jeff nodded as she stepped away. "Thank you."
But what Charlotte Junior didn't tell him was that she was bathing in his bathroom. She scrubbed herself with violet-scented wash, dried and curled her hair, and then put a very thin purple robe over her naked body as she fancied up the room a bit for when Jeff finally was ready to come to bed. It had been a while for them and she wanted it all to be perfect.
Meanwhile, Jeff was enjoying his peace and quiet. Reading, listening to soft music, writing a sermon or two...then, as night fell, it finally hit him just how long it had been since he'd heard from Charlotte Junior. He'd been glad for the peace and quiet, but his heart sank as he wondered why someone who wouldn't leave him for a second before would do so now without even one word as to why.
His breath picking up, he wandered from room to room, calling out to her and getting no response. Finally, he ran to his room where his phone was and opened the door, starting violently when he saw Charlotte Junior tucked in with the covers pulled up to her chin.
"Hi," She said. "Your bed's very comfy! Did you know that?"
"I...I've been looking everywhere for you!" He panted. "Didn't you hear me yelling? Why didn't you yell back? I thought you were sick or hurt, or..."
"If I had yelled back you would have come in here too soon and it would have ruined the surprise," Charlotte Junior replied, her dark eyes twinkling.
"What surprise?" Jeff asked. Then he looked around. "What have you done to my room?"
"What?" She questioned. "I thought you'd be used to candles."
"Not ones that smell like...what is that?" Jeff questioned. "Roses? Vanilla? Black Currant?"
"It's supposed to make you feel all sexy and stuff!" Charlotte Junior grinned and pushed the blankets aside to reveal her naked body. "And failing that, perhaps this will work."
"Oh, dear me!" Jeff cried as she got out of bed and came toward him. He fell on his butt and soon sensed her standing over him. He kept his eyes on his knees and started praying.
As he did, she reached down and took his hand, running it gently over her belly and one of her breasts while she got in his face and whispered, "Don't you think I'm pretty?"
They locked eyes and a growl escaped from his throat. He showed his teeth and pulled her into his lap. He kissed her neck, and her shoulders, and then paused, staring at her for a second before he kissed her soundly on the mouth, then immediately began tearing at his clothes when he pulled away.
"I'll help," Charlotte Junior smiled and got his shirt off, getting him even more worked up as she ran her hands over his bare chest. "Do you want to take me to bed?"
"Yes," Jeff nodded.
They got him undressed the rest of the way and soon, without even the covers over them, his lips were all over every inch of her body as he rubbed her hard.
"Good boy!" Charlotte Junior yelled. "Good boy!"
Then he kissed her again, and his eyes flashed dark as he said, "I'm going to take you now. And I'm not going to be gentle about it."
"Good," Charlotte Junior replied, a wicked grin on her lips. "Don't hold back." She then yelled out a brief yell that turned into wild laughter as he buried himself inside her over and over again. "Harder! Harder!"
"You like pain?" He asked, grabbing one of the nearby candles and dripping wax onto her thigh.
"More!" She demanded, gnashing her teeth. "It feels good!"
As they continued, Jeff's thrusting knocked over a couple of the candles, setting the room ablaze. But neither of them noticed, or if they did, it didn't matter to them that the curtains were on fire and that the flames were spreading.
It was only after Charlotte Junior climaxed and the bed broke that they both came back to reality.
"Damn it," Jeff muttered under his breath as Charlotte Junior cast a spell to put the fire out. "I should have known I'd be punished for this somehow."
"Oh, stop being so dramatic," Charlotte Junior grinned and held him close. "Everything's fine. And it was totally worth it, wasn't it?"
"Isn't that a bit of a slutty dress to be wearing to dinner with Dad?" Lucifer asked, his eyes sliding to the bit of thigh that was exposed by Ellie's short red dress.
"I think it's nice," Ellie smirked, his attention not lost on her. "Now keep your eyes on the road. We don't want to crash and spill this container of soup everywhere."
"It would be a shame if it did because I don't have any extra pants to change into," Lucifer told her, then shut his eyes tight as he felt her squeeze his thigh followed by hardness between his legs. "Shouldn't have said that," he muttered, his breath picking up. "Shouldn't have said that."
"I don't mind if you take your pants off," Ellie smiled and licked the inside of his ear. She knew she was being bad and shouldn't distract Lucifer while he was driving, but she couldn't help it.
"Stop!" He cried, his eyes going red. "Would you just stop?"
"Fine, sorry!" Ellie stuck out her tongue and turned to the window. "You want me to zap up some ice so I can drop it in your lap?"
With a groan, Lucifer pulled off to the side of the road as Ellie's eyes twinkled. Thinking they were about to finally come together, she began pulling at her dress straps, but Lucifer just shook his head and lifted both her and the soup to the backseat.
"That's for not behaving yourself," he snapped and started the car again.
"I thought you loved it when I didn't behave myself!" Ellie said.
"I do, but since you don't want to be pregnant, I can't enjoy myself as much as usual," Lucifer cried.
"Don't blame me," Ellie shot back. "When it all gets to be too much, just put on an extra condom if you're so worried and we'll get it over with."
"Well, what an abrupt change in mood," Lucifer scoffed. "First you were acting like it would be a treat, now it's a chore."
"It's cause you pissed me off!" Ellie shouted. "Thinking this whole 'us not having sex' situation is my fault when you're the one who's pulling away. All I want is to be with you, you idiot! Even though you're being a jerk and treating me like crap and tons of people would tell someone in my position to run away and not come back!"
Lucifer put his foot on the brake and hit it hard. "Is...are there days where you think you want to leave and not come back?" He asked.
"Well, could you blame me if I thought like that?" Ellie wanted to know. "It doesn't even feel like you love me anymore and how can you think I want to stay if I feel that coming from you?"
"Do you think your not telling me about the child we would have had if you hadn't ended your pregnancy made me feel like I mattered or that you cared?" Lucifer shot back. "I understand that you do most of the heavy lifting during a pregnancy and that means you get a lot of say, but it doesn't mean you can just leave me out of it. What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that I wanted to tell you, but if I had, you would have just made me continue on with a pregnancy that I didn't think we were ready for!" Ellie snapped as the car started up again.
"I wouldn't!" Lucifer protested. "What would make you think that?"
"Cause I would have told you, you would have gotten all excited cause you thought the child was the way out of all our troubles, and then...how could I refuse you after that?" Ellie asked.
"What kind of an insensitive jerk do you think I am?" Lucifer asked. "If you would have told me and then explained why you felt we weren't ready and why you wanted to end the pregnancy, I would have supported you because I love you and I want our family to be something we both want. I don't want anyone to feel unwanted. Your inability to say 'No' to me is not my problem, so don't make it that way. Take responsibility for your actions instead of blaming someone else."
"Seriously?" Ellie asked. "That's the lecture I get from the guy who STILL can't stop blaming his dad for his own choices? Seriously? You may not be an insensitive jerk, but you're definitely a hypocrite. That's not something I'm just gonna forget about."
"Did you not hear me say that I would have supported you if I'd known why you wanted to end the pregnancy?" Lucifer snapped. "Don't I get credit for that?"
"If you wouldn't have said the hypocritical thing, then yes, you would have. But then you shot your mouth off and ruined it," Ellie snapped back.
"All right, we've both made each other feel bad, so let's just not talk anymore, okay?" Lucifer ordered.
"Fine with me," Ellie shrugged. "I've had enough of your big mouth to last me a lifetime."
"Is the fight over?" Gwen asked Steve as she stood by Lucifer and Ellie's place settings. "Or should I put these back and get excited for a dinner for two?"
"No, they're still coming," Steve sighed. "And they're bringing soup."
"Not gonna be a fun evening, I take it," Gwen remarked as she came and put a hand on Steve's back.
"I'm beginning to think that maybe I should have taken your advice and invited someone else to come along and be a buffer for if things get too heated, but it's too late now." He then looked up and gave Gwen a smile. "However, you look lovely, dear. That blue dress...goes wonderful with your eyes."
"I never tire of hearing you say that, which is why I always wear blue," Gwen grinned.
They gave each other a long, tender look and then Steve's eyes widened. "All right, Eleanor and Samael just pulled up. We have enough time for a good stiff drink. I suggest you take me up on this."
Gwen thought Steve was overreacting but she'd learned to humor him in situations like this. It was easier that way. She took the drink he offered and opened the door to Lucifer and Ellie, who were snapping at each other and didn't stop until they realized she was looking at them.
"Hello, you two," she smiled. "Would you care to come in?"
"Thanks for having us," Ellie said, even though her smile was tight and her body was tense. "I brought some tomato bisque." She slammed it down hard on the table and some red liquid splattered onto the granite. "I hope you enjoy."
"We...we will, I'm sure," Gwen nodded. "Thank you."
The room lapsed into silence after that until Lucifer exclaimed, "Come on now, why the long faces? Isn't someone going to offer me a drink? Or is it self-serve, because right now, that sounds marvelous!"
"I'll assist you," Steve told him. "I don't think you should have unlimited access to alcohol right now."
"Fine, whatever," Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Let's go."
As they headed into the kitchen and Steve made Lucifer a martini, Lucifer asked, "Why did you set me up with someone who is so cruel and manipulative anyway? You know what she did to me, to your grandchild. You can't be okay with it."
"We've been over this," Steve reminded him. "It saddens me what she did, but she needs to learn how to stand up for herself and express her own needs and wants. That doesn't come as naturally to her as it does to you and learning it will be a process with a few hiccups along the way." He handed his son the glass. "Of course you can be angry and hurt, but give her time to learn and make mistakes. You love her. Don't push her away." He paused. "Don't be as stubborn and bullheaded as I was. She won't hate you for millennia, but the amount of time she can stand will be way too much for both of you. In fact, it already has become too much, hasn't it?"
"Not...not for me," Lucifer shook his head. "I'm fine. If...If Eleanor wants to be difficult, that's her problem, not mine."
But Steve could hear the catch in Lucifer's voice and put a hand on his back. "Finish your drink and let's go have some dinner, all right?"
"Yes," Lucifer whispered and gulped down the rest of his drink. "What...what a splendid idea."
When they reached the table, they found the bisque doled out in plates along with salad, fruit, a roast, and some mashed potatoes, along with a whole host of other foods.
"Oh, Aunt Gwen, this all looks marvelous," Lucifer praised. "I think I'll have no trouble walking out of here with a full stomach tonight."
"Me either," Ellie commented, taking a sip of her vodka and cranberry. "Lucifer, will you give me a bowl of bisque, please?"
"Oh, I sure will," Lucifer nodded. "In fact, I'll bring it over to you." He grabbed a bowl and as he got close to her chair, he fell forward a little, the bowl leaving his hands and ending up in Ellie's lap.
"Damn it!" Ellie yelled and stood up. "You son of a bitch, look what you did to my new dress! And you did it on purpose!"
"There is no reason for that sort of language!" Lucifer shot back. "And it's fine. We can take it to the cleaners' and that stain will come right out!"
"Fine," Ellie snapped and threw a glass of red wine on his shirt. "We can take your shirt with it!"
Before Gwen and Steve could do more than just open their mouths, Ellie and Lucifer were grabbing every bit of food they could get their hands on and throwing it at each other, occasionally remembering to pause and stick some in their mouths.
"Should I just zap us up some plates and we can go somewhere else until they're done?" Gwen asked as a roll flew over her head.
"That might be best," Steve nodded. "Let's do it."
"You know, this is all your fault!" Ellie shouted at Lucifer as they made their way through the door of the mansion. "You can't behave at your father's house for anything! Look at me! I'm a mess! And I think I got mashed potatoes in my shoe!"
Lucifer grabbed her and looked pointedly down the front of her dress, which was covered with food. "Well, the good news is that you didn't drop anything down your cleavage. And you started it! What happened with the bisque was truly an accident and you just made it worse!"
"Wow, you actually remember I've got boobs!" Ellie exclaimed. "I was beginning to think that you'd forgotten that stuff all together."
"I haven't," Lucifer told her without looking. She then let out a shriek as he gave her bottom a squeeze. "And you continue to keep the bottom in shape, good for you."
"I don't know why!" Ellie hissed. "It's not like you wanna do anything with it. Maybe I should start wearing sweat pants and let myself get fat!"
"Oh, you most certainly will not!" Lucifer cried and pulled her to him.
They looked each other in the eyes and Ellie just zapped up a doughnut, took a bite, and began chewing an in exaggerated way before zapping on a neon orange track suit. "This really fits me, don't you think?"
Lucifer swore under his breath, kissed her soundly, and then whispered in her ear, "You take that off, or I will!"
"Fine," Ellie grinned and undid the button and zip on his pants. "But only if you go first."
Lucifer was looking like he'd swallowed a lemon. She had him and she knew it. Though he wasn't so shallow that he'd have no love for her at all if she let herself go, it wouldn't get that far if he could help it, especially since she was just being petty.
"What's the matter?" Ellie asked. "You're not saying a thing!"
"Cause there's nothing to say," Lucifer told her, putting her over his shoulder and giving her a spank. "I think I'm going to have to punish you!"
"Do your worst!" Ellie yelled. "You know that won't make me feel shame, right?"
Lucifer just ignored her, carried her to their bedroom and set her down on their bed, restraining her with the same magic handcuffs that had initially restrained Valerie and Dexter. Then he gagged her as he stood at the foot of the bed and undressed in a leisurely fashion. He grinned as he watched her eyes widen and even under the gag, he could hear her moaning.
The second he undid the gag and the cuffs, she grabbed him and kissed him as soundly as he'd kissed her. Then she moved from his mouth to his neck to his collarbone and shoulder and then her lips continued to go lower and lower.
"Dear me," Lucifer moaned. "You don't stand on ceremony, do you, Eleanor?"
Ellie shook her head and deftly removed her panties before straddling him and letting out a gasp as he buried himself inside her, his hands supporting her waist on either side before moving to cup her bottom and give it a squeeze before gently squeezing each one of her nipples.
The pain felt good and she gasped as she leaned forward and kissed him again.
After that, he moved her under him and as they kissed each other wildly and repeatedly, clinging tightly to one another, he pushed into her so forcefully and for so long that by the time they finally were able to pause for breath, the bed was nearly broken and they were both struggling for breath.
"That...okay...I don't know what that was," Ellie got out as Lucifer continued to run his hands over her body and give her a good rub. "I...I don't know what came over me, I just...I'm sorry...I guess I needed it more than I thought."
"Yes," Lucifer nodded, eyes wide and slightly shaking. "Right." He paused. "Are you...are you okay? I hope I didn't overdo it."
"n...no," Ellie shook her head. "It's fine." Then she let out a loud gasp.
"Oh, sorry," Lucifer said automatically. Then he looked down and realized what he was doing. "I mean, you're welcome...I think."
"Yeah..." Ellie nodded. "Thank you." With a sweep of her hand, she fixed the bed and looked back at Lucifer, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. "I...I liked that. It...it was good."
"I'm glad to hear it," Lucifer told her. "I know...I know I'm a bit out of practice."
Ellie sighed and instinctively leaned against his shoulder. "I know, we both are." She then sat up when she felt his body tense, even as his breath gently ruffled her hair. "Sorry. You probably don't want me to do that."
"No...no, it's fine..." Lucifer told her. "Your hair smells nice."
"Thanks," Ellie gave a small smile and took his hand. "New shampoo. Glad you like it." She gave him a long look as she squeezed his hand and then said, "I'd...if you don't mind, I'd like to stay here tonight. Just for the night and I promise I'll keep my pajamas on...but if I've worn out my welcome, I understand."
"No, it's your bed too," Lucifer told her, secretly pleased that she didn't want to leave. "You can stay for the night and we'll see where it goes from here. Where everything will go from here."
"Thank you," Ellie told him and softly kissed his cheek. "I appreciate it."
After getting off work around midnight, Sean, still feeling very much awake, left the hospital and sat in his car in the parking lot trying to figure out what he wanted to do next. Since he wasn't tired, it would be useless to try and sleep. He would just toss and turn and wake Sarah, which was the last thing he wanted.
Finally, he decided that he was hungry, so he drove to the bar he usually patronized after a late night shift and parked in the parking lot, then went inside and called Sarah to tell her that it was okay to go to bed before ordering a black decaf coffee and some chili cheese fries.
"It's good you're ordering coffee," the server observed. "Didn't lose any patients today, otherwise you'd be having a drink or two."
"Nope," Sean shook his head. "It was a good day."
He sat there sipping his coffee and eating his fries, then he felt a touch on his shoulder and his good mood evaporated. Josh stood before him.
"Interesting to see you out this late," he remarked. "Why?"
"Sometimes I have trouble sleeping," Josh said. "Why do you care?" He took the empty bar seat next to him and absentmindedly reached out for a few fries.
"Hey!" Sean cried. "Those are mine! Do you mind?"
"Sorry, it's a habit!" Josh exclaimed. "Your daughter is much more generous than you are." He paused and cleared his throat. "S...sorry if my greeting her made you and Sarah uncomfortable. I just...I hadn't seen her since the whole alien situation and...I was relieved."
"It's okay," Sean nodded. "I guess I overreacted too. You could have done much worse."
"Yes, I could have," Josh nodded. "Good you remember that." He tried to reach for the chili fries again and Sean pulled the plate even further away from him. They sat in silence until Sean's phone rang and he answered it.
"Hello?"
"Sorry if I'm disturbing you, Daddy, but I know you're probably still up and I need to talk to someone."
"Sure," Sean nodded. "What's the matter? Did you and Lucifer have another fight?"
At the word 'Lucifer,' Josh's eyes widened and he looked at Sean, mouthing 'Ellie'?
"Yes," Sean mouthed back with a nod.
"Dad?" Ellie said. "Are you still there?"
"Sorry," Sean apologized. "Josh is here with me and he wanted to know if it was you I was talking to."
"What are the odds that you and Josh would be at the same bar at midnight?" Ellie asked. "Life is funny."
"Now what about Lucifer?" Sean asked. "Did you and he have another fight?"
"No," Ellie sighed. "We had sex. And considering how long it's been, it was good, and at first I was happy, but...now I don't know. I think I might be sadder because things will probably just go back to being bad now and I don't know how to fix it."
"I'm having a snack," Sean told her. "But I should be home in about half an hour. Will you still be up? We can talk then."
"Sure," Ellie nodded. "That would be nice."
"Good, I'll be on my way in a jiffy," Sean told her.
"Thanks," Ellie replied. "Cause I think I need this."
They told one another 'Goodbye' and then Sean looked at Josh after putting his phone in his pocket. "Ellie's having problems and wants me to talk to her," he told Josh. "Maybe this is a job for both of us and you should talk to her too."
"Oh, well look at that!" Josh put a hand on his chest. "You're telling me stuff about Ellie and actually inviting me to help solve a problem she has instead of hogging all the glory for yourself. What a shock!"
"This isn't something I really want," Sean said. "If it were up to me, I would do it alone, but she's sad enough that it seems like a two person job. Maybe since you mean so much to her still, you could be that other person. That's all I'm saying. Don't make a big deal of it." He shook his head. "You know, for a demon, you're not bad looking."
"You think I'm handsome?" Josh asked in surprise.
"Well, not as good looking as me, which is probably one of the reasons why Sarah likes me more than you," Sean got out as Josh frowned. "But you're not hideous." He pushed his fries at the other man after putting money on the counter and finishing his coffee. "Enjoy those," he told him. "I've gotta get on my way."
"All right," Josh nodded. "I'll be sure to give Ellie a call. Would you tell her that I'm calling too?"
"Sure," Sean nodded. "Of course."