HH Elevator

*Sin chuckles a little at Lucifer's comment, his voice rich and smooth.* Sin: Oh, come now sire. They may be insufferable when together, but they both have their own talents. Not quite worthless, but that's just my two cents. *he shrugs his shoulders slightly*

Vox: You think *you're* better than us? Alastor: We are more powerful and more important than you, we're at the top of hell. You're just a pretty boy with a sharp tongue. Lucifer: *grits his teeth* Watch it.

*Sin's smile widens slightly. Turning to face the others he leans back against the elevator doors, his arms still folded neatly behind him.* Sin: Why, I never said anything of the sort. That was intended as a genuine compliment. However, if you think my tongue is sharp....*the elevator screeches to a hault and the lights flicker, leaving only Sin's predatory amber eyes and sharp toothed grin visible in the dark.* I could show you my true form and use your bones to pick my teeth while im at it.

Lucifer: I know, but I've been in hell for a long time. I know how to handle myself. Just rest, okay? I'll stay with you until you feel better. *He sits down next to you, and he puts a hand on your shoulder*

*as he finishes up with me, he waits for me to get some sleep, still reeling at the bruise on my face. he moves my hair again, seeing the bruise closer now. he notices claw marks as well, almost as if Valentino didn't just slap me. he clawed me with a punch. Lucifer wants to yell, but he knows I need rest*

*Lucifer sits there, his anger slowly boiling. He looks at Charlie and Alastor, who are both furious too. Charlie looks like she's going to explode, and Alastor is just silently fuming. Rosie looks at them all, and she can tell they're all about to snap*

Vox: Well, excuse me for being a "child"! You know what? I'm tired of you being so judgmental! Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing! *Alastor sighs and leans back in his seat* Alastor: Can we please just get this meeting over with?

what, Vox?... *I move my hat back over my head, adjusting it over my ponytail again. I flick an ash or two into an ashtray and sit normally, crossing my legs like a lady this time*

Vox: Can we...... talk? Just the two of us? I have something I'd like to say......