Taylor and Vortex Vacation Days! Taylor's First Drink
Vortex *dressed up to the nines*: Alright, Taylor, you're officially old enough to drink. So we are going to make it an experience!
Taylor *wearing an evening gown*: This isn't really my scene...
Vortex: Nonsense! You need to get out of your comfort zone a bit. Besides, once you properly learn all of the social tricks, you'll be able to control any conversation or room with twitches and tones. This will be an excellent test bed for you to get used to the idea. Better to have the skill and not use it than vice versa.
Taylor: *sighing* Fine...
*They entered a line for a nightclub named Lux. All Taylor knew was that this was an alternative version of Los Angeles that Vortex found interesting. When they got to the head of the line, he flashed a card and they were let in, no questions asked.*
Taylor *looking around at the celebrities and wealthy partying*: This is like something out of a movie. Or maybe a fairytale.
Vortex: And as tonight's Cinderella you are the star of your own story. Now, let's get a round and introduce you to booze properly.
Unknown voice: An introduction to alcohol? From you? Oh, Vortex, don't make me laugh.
*Looking up, Taylor was treated to a vision of walking sex that made her knees tremble. Tall, dark, and dashing, the man who spoke was smiling a brilliant, sardonic grin. Although some primal part of her mind noticed the teeth were a touch too white go be normal.*
Vortex *smiling without a care*: Lucifer Morningstar! Just the man I was hoping to see. You always know how to treat a soul or three!
Lucifer *shaking his hand, smile turning friendly*: Vortex old boy, the soul that always got away. Still, it's nice to see you in my not so humble abode. What brings you by?
Vortex *Gesturing to Taylor": I have a new student who is ready for their first, proper drink. Taylor, come say hello.
*Looking over the skinny young woman, Lucifer's eyes went dark.*
Lucifer: Oh my, what a lovely lady. Tell me Taylor, what drew Vortex to your charms? A dark, terrible past? Horribly doomed fate? Or, perhaps he just liked your gorgeous hair?
Taylor *stance firming*: Apparently, he just likes a challenge.
Lucifer *chuckled*: Oh, you do have a bit of steel in your spine. Well, far be it from me to deny someone the path of sinful self discovery. Come, you are my guests for the night. Let's do things properly!
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*Three hours later*
Taylor *Hair somewhat askew, singing*: "You don't own me!"
Lucifer: Quite the song bird you have there. Giving her lessons on breath control? How clever of you.
Vortex *rolls eyes*: Down you horned dog. I do not date students, full stop. Besides, beyond any other aspect, Taylor isn't my type and I'm not hers.
*Chuckling darkly, Lucifer looked at the singing, and slightly inebriated woman on stage. Her energy was infecting the crowd and several others were joining in.*
Lucifer *sighing*: You know my friend, I recognize when someone was heading down the paved road to my old domain. Do you think you can keep her on the straight and narrow? There is something about this one that makes my senses sing...
Vortex *sipping his own cocktail*: Perhaps. I know that she is capable of great things. But, the multiverse being what it is, they might just be terrible as well.
Lucifer: Oh, you old softie. This one might be a bit much, even by your standards. However, until the last deal is struck, the devil is in the details as they say.
Vortex *smiling softly*: Thank you, old friend.
Lucifer: Bah, I recognize someone with daddy and authority issues a mile away. We rebels have to stick together! Now watch, as I show little miss Taylor how you really steal the souls of your audience. At the very least, she will enjoy the memory.
*Reaching for his own microphone, Lucifer began to sing. The solo became a duet that captured the room in a swirl of energy and excitement. Vortex just watched, seeing the normally serious girl laugh with the devil in the pale moonlight of the stage. He did not even bother looking away as a new drink came forward.*
Vortex *sighing*: Your master has a good heart.
Maze: Perhaps, but I doubt it. He just respects those that fight their so called fate. Something tells me that your companion has done so in spades.
Vortex: Fair enough. Still, they both deserve their fun. Thanks for being a part of that.
Maze: After seeing what you consider a good drink? How could I not?
Vortex: And here I thought we were having a moment.
Maze: You wish, Vortex. You wish.