I'm Sorry, It's Not Your Problem// O/O // gAy // OPen

“You?” Lucifer smirked as he drank a hearty gulp from his tall glass, “Well, there’s plenty of options, I guess it kinda depends on how much I like you,” Lucifer waggled his eyebrows before he continued, “Most new mortals go to Division A before sorting. Working out paperwork and stuff like that, making sure no one got sent to hell on accident or whatever.” Lucifer chuckled. Some disgusting little angels accidentally got sent here instead up with the Enemy, they were terrified. “The worst ones end up down under, what I like to call the basement.” Lucifer’s eyes darkened slightly. He didn’t exactly want to tell Gabe about the basement yet.
He quickly moved along before Gabe could get the chance to interject. “Lucky for you, you met me. Most don’t just appear in my throne room.” Lucifer traced the rim of his drink with his middle finger, “So depending on how much I like you,” Lucifer said bluntly, “you might end up working in one of my bars or public entertainment areas. Or someplace better.” Someplace better meaning not having to work at all. Lucifer had always pondered the idea of his favorites roaming free in hell, but so far he only allowed one person to do that…

(Sorry that was so long, I was trying to cram it all in oof)

((You're fine lol))
Gabe blinked for a moment, running a hand through his curls again. "Okay…so…how much do you like me?"

Lucifer smirked, “How much do you think I like you?” He asked lightheartedly, grinning at Gabe. The mortal definitely asked the right questions.

"I mean…I don't know. More…more than a lot of people, I guess," Gabe replied with a small shug. He was terrible at reading people.

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner,” Lucifer called before taking another mouthful of his drink, “In all seriousness though, yes, I do certainly like you more than the other roaches down here in hell.” Lucifer absentmindedly waved a hand at the other demons in the bar.

"Oh. Thanks," Gabe said, taking another drink of the beer. He accepted the answer for a couple of seconds before speaking again. "Why?"

Lucifer’s strong drink was doing it’s job, because Lucifer responded truthfully, “You’re hot as hell, man. I don’t reserve a room in my palace for every new mortal, you know.” He went to take another sip of his drink, but found it empty so he waved Alex over for a refill.

(('you're hot as hell, man' sounds like something a very gay chad would say and I thank you for this gem))
Gabe blushed a bit, eyes slightly wide with surprise as he looked away for a couple of seconds, eventually turning back to take another sip of his drink, although a small blush remained on his cheeks.

(Ha lol)
Lucifer smirked, letting his guard down the more he drank. A bubbly feeling settled in his stomach and he leaned back in his chair. He glanced at Gabe, oblivious to his blush, and boasted as he changed the subject, “You know, I had this drink made especially for me.”

"I'm…I'm not surprised," Gabe said, turning to face him again.

“It’s unfortunate, but I can’t get drunk easily like mortals, being the king of hell. I had this brewed to actually make an effect.” Lucifer said softly, staring at nothing in particular as he continued quietly, “It’s strong enough that a small drink would kill a lesser demon.” Lucifer frowned. He didn’t even know why he was bringing it up. Maybe he’d had a few to many sips.

"Oh." Gabe nodded, brushing some black curls out of his face. "So…it would definitely kill a human, then."

“Yes, it would.” Lucifer looked at the floor before speaking again, “Are you finished with your drink?”

Gabe nodded truthfully, pushing the glass slightly farther onto the counter. "Yeah. Why?"

“We should be going now, besides, I’d imagine you’d be wanting to move into your new room,” Lucifer nodded towards the way they came in. The door, from the bar’s side, was labeled in demonic script.

"Oh. Okay," Gabe said with a nod, hopping off of the stool and starting to follow Lucifer out. He hadn't expected to be getting a room of any sort here, let alone the good side of Lucifer.

As Lucifer walked out of the bar, the hall way blurred around the edges, but thankfully he kept himself from stumbling. He led Gabe down the halls, past his throne room, to a large set of spiral stairs. He walked up, but his eyes looked down, at the never ending bottom of the stairs. “By the way, don’t go down there,” He told Gabe as he walked, one hand one the railing to keep himself steady.

Gabe glanced down, but all he could see was darkness as he followed Lucifer up the stairs. "Oh. Okay. Is that…the basement thing you were talking about earlier?"

“Yes, unfortunately. I’d rather you not experience what’s down there.” Lucifer said quietly. He didn’t want Gabe to see that side of him. The part he tried to keep hidden from most he took a liking to. They usually found out eventually, one way or another. But Gabe… Something was different about Gabe, Lucifer could just feel it. Maybe he really wasn’t- Lucifer cut himself off mid-thought, face growing hard and his feet stopping where they were. “Just go up the stairs until the first door. It opens to a hall, one of the demons there will get you settled in a room.” He explained, almost coldly.

Gabe nodded. Lucifer's change in demeanor was probably expected for the Devil, but he still couldn't help feeling like he had done something wrong. "Sorry," He mumbled quietly as he continued walking up the stairs past Lucifer. He felt like he needed to apologize, even though Lucifer hadn't scolded him about anything. He always did - he was used to it, he supposed. Whenever he would do something that was even a mild inconvenience to Abby, she would curse him out for hours.

Lucifer was about to turn and tell him not to apologize, but he forced himself to start walking down his spiral staircase. No reason to get attached to any weak mortals… even if they’re hot… and don’t automatically assume you’re evil… Lucifer dug his nails into the palms of his hands. Maybe he just needed another drink. But he feet did not falter when he passed the first floor, no, he walked further down. Down into the basement.

(So we could timeskip about now or something else could happen to Gabe when he goes into his room?)

((Either one is fine, do you have an idea for something else to happen to Gabe?))

(I have an idea, but I think it might be better to save it for a little bit later)

((Alright, timeskip is fine. :) When should I skip to?))

(Ummm we could just skip to next morning or we could skip maybe a few weeks ahead when Gabe has kinda gotten into the swing of things (and we could say Lucifer has talked with him occasionally and had drinks with him, but still seemed reserved). Idk, whenever you want to skip is fine with me :)

((A few weeks ahead sounds good. What idea did you have in mind for later?))

(We could build off on the ‘basement’ plan I have (although I think we should save that for after Lucifer and Gabe get closer), or Lucifer and Gabe could just get to know each other a little bit more, or Gabe could have some more encounters with other demons (and lucifer could save him maybe or something)))

((I like the one where Lucifer saves him from another demon sometime soon. :))
Gabe ran a hand through his black curls, opening his door and shutting it behind him. He walked down the first flight of stairs, stopping at the first floor and then stepping out into the hallway.

“Hey boy!” A deep voice called to Gabe. Three tall men, each with sickly grey skin, were leaning against the wall smoking, not too far away. They looked almost identical, but the one who called Gabe had the longest black hair -down to his waist- that contrasted their pure white suits. His hair seemed to shimmer when he moved. “What are you doing in boss-man’s little castle, eh?”

((Ooh stylish demons))
Gabe turned to them, his thoughts of danger quickly interrupted by one of Abby. Boy. She used to call him that in the last couple of months, not even wanting to use his name. But he pushed the thought away, realizing that these demons were probably not ones to mess with.
"Um," He said, clearing his throat. "Living. Here."