Chapter 3: Where the Wild Girls Are
Tragically, Lucifer never got the chance to give Maze the warning on damages. Once he had returned to Lux, it was a flurry of activity for the new Saturday night show. Tables were being moved, lighting tested, and even his piano wasn't safe from Maze's rearranging. Surely a line must be drawn at a devil's piano. He attempts to complain to were quickly shot down by Maze's firm assertion that they only had a few hours before the afternoon opening and whatever he needed could wait. With a practiced pout, Lucfier retreated to his penthouse. The first round of the new performance wasn't until after 6 pm, no reason to not relax while he waited.
A few hours later, and well into his lovely bottle of scotch, the process of becoming truly Lux ready began. Starting with a most enjoyable shower. While he still armed himself in his Armani suit, the jacket stayed in the closet. Depending how his night went, he may play the piano for the club and it was much more comfortable without a jacket. A final check over of both himself and the clock fed into his endless ego of his perfect timing as he stepped into the elevator with a smile.
Maze couldn't help the gems of pride that swelled in her chest. Lux looked amazing, completely packed, and her whole mortal tribe squad had shown-up [read as "blackmailed into attendance" in the case of Chloe]. All that was missing from a perfect night was the chance to gloat to Lucifer about how much better Lux is with her in charge. Just as she began to fear that Lucifer was going to miss the new performance set, he seemed to appear next to the group.
"Well, it appears everyone came out for the new show." He remarked, as he tipped his glass to the group.
Chloe was notably distracted, grinning like a fool at her phone again. A teasing remark had found its way into his mind, but before he could allow it to cross his tongue the lights dimmed. On the dance lanes of the outer walls, single spot lights gleamed down onto black leather. Each of the girls from practice the day before was uniformed in black leather leotards; tiny spikes and delicate silver chains draped in unique patterns across them. The parade of various sexy boots would have been too much for his poor heart had Lucifer been a mere mortal.
As the song of choice for the nights three scheduled performances began, a sensual sequence of synchronized writhing over took the dancers. As the group converged on what had been assigned as the main dance floor, the one Maze referred to as The New Girl had become discernible from the collective. As the group turned and swooped to the ground at the musical finale, Lucifer's eyes locked onto the red tribal wings apparently tattooed onto New Girl's back. His perpetual interruption of thought continued as Maze playfully pushed him as the club erupted into applause.
"Wow Maze, they are amazing! You set this up?" Linda asked, nodding to Patrick as he handed her another drink.
"Not completely, the New Girl told them how to dance and stuff. But I hired her and let her do it. So kinda yes?" Maze said with that deviate smirk.
"Where did you get those costumes?" Ella asked in wonder as one the dancers came up to the bar for a post-performance drink.
"You'd be amazed what you can buy on the internet short notice..." She responded dryly.
As the group laughed among themselves, Lucifer noted the detective had slipped off. In a corner of Lux, she had met up with her new boy toy. 'Bringing him to my club. The nerve.' Annoyance seeped through his shoulders. With a downing of his glass, he cut through the crowd the circle that had formed around the newest star of Lux.
"My, my, that was quite the performance. Maze was right about you."
Eyes like storms focused on him. For a moment, a fight or flight sense surged through him. As quick as it came, it was gone.
"Thank you," The eyes said, "I take it you're the infamous owner?"
"Lucifer Morningstar, retired devil, and you are?" he returned.
A smirk bloomed before those strange storms. "Natalie Varquez, potentially the new lead choreographer for Lux?" She said, as she leaned toward him suggestively.
"Oh-ho,"A smirk of his own appeared as he shifted his weight to whisper into her ear, "And is that what you truly desire?"
A smooth chuckle greeted him. A trailing finger tip ran down the front of his shirt as she whispered back, "Is there something... special... you're asking for?"
Before he could fully process the confusion that struck him, the flirty smirk and stormy eyes had flitted away to the dancer's backroom. While he was certain that was flirting, why on earth did she answer his question with a question? As he headed back to section of bar their little group had over taken, Lucifer turned just in time to watch Maze suplex one of the other patrons into a table.
"Maze! It's only 8 o'clock! At least save the fighting for closer to closing." Lucifer pleaded to the rambunctious demoness.
"It's not what you think," Ella piped up, "He bet her that she couldn't. And well, Maze totally can." She finished with a matter-of-fact tone.
Sure enough, money was exchanging between Maze and the unconscious human's friends. Lucifer walked over and help himself to the money in question. "Payment for the table." He said sternly when she had begun objecting.