Victims, oh so many delicious victims. [open]

[THE Lucifer]

Black mohawk chopped in random and bizarre angles, golden eyes leering at any possible movement or any dead give away that someone was obviously watching him in this rather unnatural lobby full of junk that sparkled, popped, and what have you. "Jesus Christ!! Oh how the Mighty have fallen!!! You even stooped so low as to come to my humble abode? Ha, ha, where's my camera!?" Romey---The irritating voice that sounded so damned bright and obnoxious and childish as if she were six years of age, which couldn't have irked Lucifer's hate button. She was gonna get a can of ass whooping if she didn't stop with her idiotic attitude, not to mention her outdated fashion, or lack thereof.

"Romey, don't make me shove your face into the interior wall of your tacky designed and poorly structured cafe shop." That burst her tiny forming bubble. She glared at him and flopped down beside him, ignoring most of her own boiling emotions; but before she could utter a single little annoying burst of any type of animal noise, Lucifer then added. "I'm only here for dinner, and none of your mocha espresso time machine crap." A bubbly looking waitress came up and he ordered a small tea cup of warmed blood, of course the shifter waitress seemed a little shocked to realize a vampire was even sitting next to a human, nonetheless the owner of the shop.

Romey just nodded to the innocent looking girl and waved her hand in dismissal. She turned her attention to Lucifer, "So, besides you coming here and trying to make a scene, what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" Lucifer arched a brow to her formal question, this wasn't like Romey. But before he could answer, he caught a glimpse of a lovely looking gal, she screamed, "Bite me, I'm delicious I swear it."---Of course Lucifer was never the one to neglect an enchanting invitation.

"Well Romey, I've just come for dinner, like I said; but I also need to speak with you privately for an hour or two about the regards concerning that bitch Mimi. She's one of us and yet she running a pet shop and training those creatures as if we deserve to serve for the remainder of our lives. Fuck that, we deserve just as much respect as those weakling mortals." When he spoke he hadn't been looking at Romey, instead his focus was entirely on that girl's lovely neck, oh how it looked so yummy.

"Well, LUCIFER, if you have not forgotten I am one of those mortals and I do know higher social standings that can throw your ass into those jails that brain wash you." Apparently that had caught his attention and he turned his gaze away from the beautiful girl and back to the overly eccentric dressed young human girl.

"Aren't you lovely." Lucifer emphasized the sarcasm in his voice. But his attention drew back to the beauty bomb shell and he couldn't take his damned eyes off of her. "Shit." He whispered under his breath, skin prickling and hot, sweat beading at the top of his forehead. "Romey, I need my dinner, please excuse me." He strode across the lobby and toward the gorgeous looking woman, now if only he can control himself things would be smooth sailings.