The only rest Mar got that night was about 2 hours of sleep and whatever haze her mind fell into as she rhythmically cleaned and reassembled her hand gun. Her head was throbbing by sunrise and the nearly half empty bottle of Jack Daniels wasn't helping. Padding her way down the hall, she was slightly surprised to see Lucifer seated in the living room awake.
"Whatcha doing up?" She questioned with a tipsy sleepiness sloshing in her voice.
"Turns out I don't have to sleep anymore."
"Guess you're getting better then." He couldn't tell if it was joy or sadness in her tone and in all honestly neither could she.
"I'd say so." He stood from the couch and lifted the hem of his shirt to show the woundless skin beneath it. Mar nodded with a slight smile and opened the fridge. Her eyes scanned the items before she closed the door and moved to pour herself a cup of coffee(from the pot she was now thanking herself for preparing after the previous night's shit storm) into her favorite mug that read, 'blow me I'm hot,' in an oddly flamboyant font. Setting the mug down on the bar, she clicked her fingers a few times as she tried to organize her thoughts.
"Alright, well I guess the first order of business is breakfast."
"Ahh, but I thought we were gonna get out of this place," Lucifer chimed in as he strode up to the bar.
"Where do you suggest we go Luce?" Mar questioned with the whiskey's effects still lingering. She moved to to grab a bowl and a box of pancake mix from the cabinet, his fleeting grin from the nickname escaping her gaze.
"How would I know, love? I barely know where we are," He pointed out, gesturing with his hands as if it was the most obvious fact, which it kind of was. He only received a glare from her as she now twirled a whisk in her fingers. Mar made quick work of the batter, silently stirring in the blueberries as Luci simply stood at the bar.
"Ugh, come on Mar. I'm bored," He huffed, throwing his head back slightly and wiggling his arms in an effort to get her attention.
"And I'm making pancakes," The moment she finished her sentence her foot caught on the counter's edge and she jolted forward, a mix of creamy batter and blueberries spraying itself on the wall and the floor, "Jesus fucking God!" She yelled as the bowl joined the batter on the floor with a 'clang.'
"Now that'd be a site!" Lucifer joked as he stared down at the mess. Mar glared down at the mess, pinching the bridge of her nose before stretching to pick up the bowl.
"Ah damnit, alright there's a diner a couple miles down the road."
It was nearly empty by the time they walked through the doors and the light scent of grease and cleaning solution floated through the air. The diner felt like it belonged to another decade with repeatedly repaired vinyl and 80's floors.
"Ah, baby doll! Long time no see darling," The red haired women called out from behind the counter as she tossed her cleaning rag aside, nearly knocking the bottle of solution over in the process, and ran to pull Mar into a hug. Her smile, sweet and familiar, made crow's feet appear next to her green eyes as she gazed down at Mar's face.
"Hi Grace," Mar chuckled, awkwardly returning the hug.
"And who's this," Grace pulled away, now turning her attention to Lucifer as she gave him a questioning smile with her hands on her hips.
"A friend of mine." Mar new Grace's bubbliness had always been contagious and now was no exception as a grin plastered itself across her face.
"I see," She said giving Mar a wink that caused her to chuckle slightly, "And dad?"
"Work trip," Mar responded quickly, receiving a nod from Grace.
"Well, you know how it is. Take any seat you like hun," She smiled once more at the both of them, gesturing to the empty tables before disappearing into the kitchen,leaving Mar and Lucifer to take a seat at an empty booth to the side of the room. Mar plucked a menu from behind the salt and pepper shakers and scanned the items, mostly as something to do given that her order was more or less the same every time. She looked up as a long finger pulled down the top of her menu and her eyes met Luci's.
"You've hardly spoken a word love," He mentioned, keeping his finger pressed on the menu and his yes locked on her's. Sighing, Mar set the menu down.
"Listen, I'm sorry I've been kind of bitchy today," She half heartedly apologized as he merely stared at her.
"You're a curious thing," He leaned back as he tapped his forefinger to his temple, "All of you humans are," He added.
"Thought you didn't like humans," Mar jested back.
"Didn't say I liked them. I said they were curious," He looked off with his words as if, again, not speaking to her and she squinted at him before noting the redhead approaching their table.
"Know whatcha want?" She asked pressing the tip of her pin to the pad in her hand.
"I'll have the pancakes with a side of bacon. And a coffee please, black," Mar added the last bit as she thought back to the now cold mug she abandoned on the counter. Grace turned to Lucifer, waiting still with her pen.
"Nothing for me."
"Well, if you change your mind love, give me a holler." Grace smiled as she received a nod and made her way back to the kitchen.
"I've gotta ask,Mar, why have you allowed me to stay with you? You evidently believe I am who I say and your father, quite adamantly I might add, rather throw me to the wolves. So why not you, cause you certainly don't strike me as the most trusting type." He cocked his head at her and leaned back in the booth awaiting her answer.
"Well, you weren't much harm unconscious and I figured I couldn't leave you half dead in a warehouse," Mar paused slightly chuckling to herself, " I may not be the trusting type but you haven't exactly given me a reason not to trust you either. I don't really gi-"
"Here we are," Mar was cut off by Grace as she set down the plates rather loudly. 'That was really fast' Mar thought to herself as she eyed the two plates of pancakes set before the both of them.
"Um, Gracie he didn't order anything," Mar noted looking curiously up at her. She simply smiled down at Lucifer.
"Well I thought since you've decided to, how would you say, 'slum it up with the humans' that you may want some of their slop as well." Grace's tone was crude and Mar's stomach dropped as she saw the pitch black eyes staring at Lucifer. Mar jumped up, shoving her roughly backward as she pulled a dagger from her waistband. Grace lunged forward and her dark eyes surged with clouds of anger. Mar connected her right fist to her jaw, causing the demon to stumble back once more.
"Bitch," She literally 'spat' at blood dripped from her mouth. Lucifer had eventually stood and was only a foot behind Mar but her attention was held by the few customers that were now walking toward them with matching charcoal eyes. She cursed herself for leaving her gun and holy water back at the house. One of the men, resembling a lumberjack, pulled Mar to the side and into a strangling embrace. She squirmed and kicked his shins, until she was sure he was bleeding but he only laughed. The red haired demon collected herself from the blow moving to strike Lucifer hard across the face. He moved backward with the blow, pressing himself against the table's edge. His expression turned deadly.
"You think because daddy clipped my wings I've become some dog," He snarled and a deep fear peaked out from behind the demon's eyes but she did her best to hide it. She laughed but stepped backward to distance herself from him.
"You're nothing but a shell of what you were," She explained, still keeping her distance, "but I am prepared to spare you for the nostalgia of it, if that is, you make me Queen hell." She bowed herself with the offer and Mar's eyes flicked furiously between them, briefly making note of the three other demons viewing the scene.
"Are you hard of hearing vermin?" Lucifer questioned with venom coursing through his voice, "I am no dog." With that she lunged forward again and his eyes faded from a frosty blue to a fiery red. Suddenly a nearly blinding light filled the room, much like the one Mar remembered from the warehouse. She squinted at its brightness. Her breath caught in her chest as she made out six wings amongst the light. They expanded from Lucifer's back, giant white walls of feathers. The edges of her vision began to turn black and a metallic taste rolled over her tongue as the blackness enveloped her, only to be quickly replaced by her living room that now surrounded her. Mar steadied herself as the sudden change in scenery and lack of support behind her, threatened to topple her. She looked up, catching her breath as the brightness faded, to find Lucifer standing in front of her, in her living room, with his wings neatly folded behind him.