Hot Tub High School

Having been uncharacteristically silent for much of the car ride from 2Vile's residence, Lucifer spent the majority of the time staring absentmindedly out the window. He snapped his fingers loudly, surprising Chloe and pointing a finger her way. "I think I've just figured it out: where I've seen you before. Something to do with nubile high school students and a hot tub..."

"Uh huh. Yeah... that was me. Congratulations. You've seen me naked." What is this guy? Twelve? Decker thought irritably.

Leaning back suggestively in his seat and setting one arm on top of the back seats, Lucifer's prideful grin seemed to outright asking to be decked – or so it seemed to Chloe. "I may never have slept with you before but I've certainly juiced my berries to that scene... once or twice. You, Detective, will be enjoying a starring role in my fantasies for some time to come."

Careful to keep her eyes on the road, Chloe was shaking her head. "I have to admit, Mr. Morningstar, this is a first for me–"

"Given how sexually restrained up you seem, I'll wager there's more than just one first awaiting you back here," Lucifer interjected confidently.

"I was referring to having a six-foot-plus twelve-year-old in my back seat," she quipped sharply.

"How many six foot three, eight by two, twelve-year-olds have you met, Detective?"

Decker's eyes went wide as they could. Are you fucking kidding me? she thought incredulously. Bringing her expression back under control. She met his gaze as she spoke. "Keep that kind of thing to yourself. Regardless of your dimensions, your reputation precedes you, Mr. Morningstar. I'd sooner stick my finger into an electrical socket than dip it into your STI collection. The odds of survival are better."

Lucifer let out a mischievous, satisfied laugh, undoing his seatbelt and sliding over to behind her the driver's seat to say what he was going to say as close to her ear as possible. "You know, Detective... methinks the Lady doth protest too much." Decker's eyes went wide and she sent a death stare at him via the rear-view mirror. She flipped it up the instant before her poker face was broken by an upturned corner of her lips.

"And I do believe that's what's called 'headway', Detective," he retorted, latching his fingers through the wire cage.

Flipping the mirror back down after forcing her smile off her face, Choe replied, "It's not headway. I'm debating whether or not what you can do is worth putting up with the rest of you."

"And not just headway. Progress! Wonderful!" Lucifer said, enthusiastically tapping one hand against his leg.

"What you can do for the case, Mr. Morningstar. You'd better be able to deliver in interrogation or this will be your last ride-along," Chloe warned him, still skeptical of how long he could keep up the conversational voodoo act.

Laughing from deep in his chest, Lucifer had graduated to an outright cheshire grin. "I didn't even realize there were more of them on the table! Be still my heart," he said jovially, placing one hand over his heart.

Coming to a stop behind the red light, Chloe momentarily considered slamming on the brake thereby giving his face a jolt forward into the cage wire. She decided against it. With her glare pointed heavenward, Chloe muttered under her breath, "I'm gonna shoot this asshole."

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