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Looking up from his drink, Lucifer glances at a man sitting three chairs down the bar. The noise of the crowd fades slightly when he grins back at Lucifer. Smiling back, Lucifer gets up from his seat. Quickly ordering another drink, he walks leisurely over to a stranger. Handing the stranger the drink, he glances back at the bar and the man’s smile. The stranger’s, name was Harold Woodworth, though he was definitely worth less than wood. Harold was an offender, still evading the authorities. It was time for him to leave this plane of existence and join the other degenerates in Hell.
Harold barely notices the new drink in his hand as he continues to flirt with someone sitting across from him. Lucifer turned abruptly and walked to the door, avoiding a large crowd that picked up anybody it ran over and never let them drop. Walking out the door and down the street to a small alley, Lucifer stops, facing the dead end in front of him. The smell of rot, probably a past target, wafts around him.
“Thanks for the target.” The man at the bar says, patting Lucifer’s head as he approaches from behind, leaning against Lucifer. The man’s smell of herbs and blood blocks the smell of rot out.
Turning slowly, Lucifer smacks the man's hand away, “Fuck you.”
“You did that last week~” The tall man quips back, placing his hand on Lucifer’s head again with a sharp smile.
“When are you killing the target?” Lucifer doesn’t respond to the goading, if only he could pat the man’s curly brown hair back.
“What target?” The man jokes, removing his hand and wiping invisible dust off his red waistcoat. Spinning to the exit of the alley, he begins to walk off. Pausing, he turns back, a lighter smile on his face, his glasses glinting in the moonlight, “Thanks, Mr. Applegate~” He says as he pads off into the dark of the horrible city.