He. Blinked. Lucifer the Fallen, Son of Morning, who had helped shape Creation and everything that dwelt inside of it simply. Simply sat there and blinked.
Had she just--
And had he just--
And then had she just--
A bucket of ice cold water materialized in Lucifer's hand, coalescing from both ambient air molecules and the steel making up the bar top itself. Without preamble, he stood up, turned after grabbing the bucket between both hands, and upended its contents over Tank Girl's head.
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Had she just--
And had he just--
And then had she just--
A bucket of ice cold water materialized in Lucifer's hand, coalescing from both ambient air molecules and the steel making up the bar top itself. Without preamble, he stood up, turned after grabbing the bucket between both hands, and upended its contents over Tank Girl's head.