The Angel on one side

[magnetic_magpie]

Who: Magneto | magnetic_magpie & Jubilee | thelittlestbub & Lucifer | thelightbringer
When: Overnight - 8/8/2012-8/9/2012
Where: Dive bar in Sector 8
Summary: Jubilee needs some time out of the HoA. They hit a dive bar to people watch. Lucifer decides he wants to join.
Warnings: Lucifer. Jubilee. Magneto. Gambling. Mild swearing. Off scene violence.

For a dive, this wasn't as dive-ish as he had been in. They had commandeered a corner booth, had it piled with a couple bowls of peanuts and chips, an empty Molson's bottle on the table, Jubilee with another in her hands, Magneto's cheapish import half empty but soon to join it's fellow on the table. They were taking up the entire bench, Jubilee leaning against his side and tucked under his arm, both of them with their feet propped up.

From here, they had the perfect vantage point for the entire bar. Which was exactly what they wanted.

"Blue Ears is going to flip his pizza slice onto Green Pants."

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[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee continued picking at her pizza. She was hungry, just eating the whole thing required more coordination than she had, and she really didn't want to dump it in her lap.

"Table dance? No way." Jubilee shook her head. "Dude with the feather will though." She sipped her drink, then raised it at the waitress who nodded.

[magnetic_magpie]

"You do realized the buy in is a deuce, right?" Their ordered juice showed up and he placed Jubilee's within easy reach before sipping his own.

"And sucker bets, both of you. They end up dancing together. Feather first, then jock."

[thelightbringer]

"Oh, jock will get involved. He's shy, though...I don't think he'll throw the first punch."

[thelittlestbub]

"Nah, that'll be Spikey." Jubilee shrugged. "Tattoo will be insulted."

She draped her feet over Lucifer's lap and peered at his drink. "Are you drinking a pina colada?"

[magnetic_magpie]

"Bartender is going to cut her off." He raised a brow at Jubilee unceremoniously claiming Lucifer's lap - he wasn't entirely sure how he would take it. But they had decided Lucifer was theirs, which meant Jubilee would take advantage if allowed. Magneto relaxed back against the booth, shoulder to shoulder with Lucifer.

[thelightbringer]

Lucifer looks at her with the exact same expression as Magneto. But he doesn't push her off or chide her; he is, most of the time, the most easygoing Satan around. Even when he's not the only one.

"I might be. Sam made it for me."

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee was oblivious to the looks. If Satan didn't want her legs across his lap, she was sure he could move them.

"You didn't strike me as the pina colada type. Whiskey neat, maybe." She shrugged. "You ever have Long Island Ice Tea?" She liked it. But if he started drinking appletinis she was cutting him off. There were just some things she couldn't handle.

"So, are you in, Luke?"

[magnetic_magpie]

Mutants have different - of lack - of boundaries compared to general society. If Lucifer minded, he would need to draw that line. Magneto was quite content to be shoulder to shoulder with him. Although between Lucifer's own influence and the couple of drinks, there was a decent likelihood Lucifer would end up with Magneto's arm halfway around his shoulders at some point.

"That has fruit in it."

He waited - he assumed Lucifer was in, but he wasn't counting the money yet.

[thelightbringer]

Fortunately for all involved, Lucifer himself likes to push personal boundaries. He lacks them for himself; he'd spent God only knew how long in solitary confinement, so life was a relief to be near.

"Sam makes things and hands them to me, I don't usually ask the names. But, as Erik knows, if it has fruit I'll give it a try." He looks around the room, then smiles. "Count me in."

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee grinned and settled in next to Lucifer, picking at her pizza. "There's fruit on the pizza." She pushed a piece over in front of him. Might as well enjoy themselves while they waited for everything to kick off.

"You'd probably like daiquiris and margaritas." She sipped her drink. "I used to make this daiquiri that was just some vodka in a fruit smoothie." And it was good.

[magnetic_magpie]

"It's got chicken on it though." He took a sip of his juice, thought a minute and then flagged the waitress down and scribbled an order down. Orange juice and pineapple juice in equal parts, coconut rum and grenadine.

"Pigtails just came in. Fake ID - to make her older, not younger." She barely looked nineteen but moved like someone in their forties.

[thelightbringer]

Lucifer had started to reach for the pizza, but at the mention of chicken withdrew his hand. The drink order sounds more up his alley, anyway; he scarcely eats because it's not as satisfying. The last time he'd had so much as a bite to eat had been his birthday cake, courtesy of Michael.

"She's done this before," Lucifer comments. "She's hoping to see someone she met last time."

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee's head cocked to one side, studying Pig Tails. She continued picking at the pizza. "If she's over 18, I'll drink your beer, Michael." Because, yeah. No way. Jubilee knew a lot of people who moved and looked like that. Hell, she could do it.

Her hands started to tremble and she put her drink down. She tucked them into her lap, not wanting anyone to see.

"Uhoh, looks like Tatt is getting annoyed." Jubilee had been keeping an eye on the woman. Looked like the fun was about to start.

[magnetic_magpie]

He smirked slowly with a low, quiet laugh. "Prepare yourself then. She's at least twenty-five, but not yet forty." Bone growth. Age he was pretty good at guessing.

He saw the drink go down on the table and twisted a bit, to look over at Jubilee a moment, lightly smacking Lucifer in the chest with his cheek as he did so before shifting back into place at Lucifer's side.

"Mhmm. Someone's bra ends up on the ceiling fan."