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WHO:

grenadeball
WHERE: The Lux
WHEN: May 13th, 12am
WARNINGS: UST. Tank Girl's mouth.
SUMMARY: After their joust above the city, Tank and Lucifer retire to the Lux to divvy up their winnings.
FORMAT: Awkwapara, aka Paragraph.

The day's events, while atypical, had done nothing to raise Lucifer's spirits. While it was true that he did quite enjoy the "Games" he and Tank had devised to try and best each other at, too many things weighed too heavily on his mind for him to sit back, relax, and enjoy them for what they were. As they had been dog-fighting earlier, all the Morningstar could pay heed to was the existence of the Lion of God, on how Desire had retreated into the Threshold without warning or foreseeable cause, and how humankind HAD yet again dealt itself another violent blow without needing to be coerced into doing so.

It was all so very trite and tiring, at this point. There were so many games, so many individuals crowing on and on about heroics and what it meant to be a "hero," when all they did was follow their base, human instinct to quickly forget. To quickly brush away pain and move on to the next tragedy. Their propensity to keep moving forward without ever looking back made it very hard for Lucifer to not resent them, let alone come anywhere near tolerating their antics. They were like gnats to him, each of them buzzing about with their dreary, predictable lives until the entire city became a swarm of sameness, of repetition. That's all this latest tragedy was -- another act in a play whose architect had long since forgotten its point.

At least the bar was quiet.

Outside of Tank cleaning herself up in the bathroom -- he assumed, as he had asked to do so upon entering -- not a soul graced the Lux tonight, leaving the spacious establishment rather desolate. Lucifer sat at the bar in the meanwhile and wondered what she would ask, without an audience to revel in her natural brand of absurdity.

It would be something interesting, at the very least.

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Then - something odd happened.

Tank started giggling.

And she couldn't stop.

She was giggling, and then she was chuckling and then she was laughing.

She was full out, 'BWA-HA-HA' laughing.

Laughing so hard that her hand was hitting the bar, shaking everything on it.

Laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

Finally, she got it a little more under control, where she reduced it back to just giggling.

"H-hey... Hey, hee hee hahaHAHAHAHahaha, shit, hey! Lucifer." She said, sucking in a breath, trying to get a firmer grip.

"Guess what."

Yes, that was the calculated response. He hadn't expected her to laugh so uncontrollably, however.

"What."

This would be interesting.

"You said you weren't going to answer the question."

"But you just did."

And then she started laughing again.

"Mhm."

She would be insufferable after this.

A bit more laughing, until she finally regained full control of her mouth.

Still looking Lucifer dead in the eye.

"You know, you're a nice guy. I have a lot of fun with you. We can talk about anything, and that's great. You're a fantastic friend."

She leaned in closer, closing more of the gap. That unblinking, smirking stare becoming more and more of all Lucifer would be able to see.

"You're a blast. But the fact of the matter is..."

She pursed her lips, and kissed -

On his forehead.

"... I'm too mortal for you."

Tank had just turned him down.

Wasn't this supposed to be the other way around, just a minute ago?

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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Tank didn't stop smiling.

Her head and chest soaked, she still kept laughing, madwoman that she was.

"You really are a great friend."

Shaking her head free of what water she could, she then stood up, still matching eye to eye, even if Lucifer had something at least close to a foot on her.

Just. Soaking wet. And smiling about it all.

"Well. That uses up my question."

"You're insufferable," he breathed, closing his eyes as he tried not to heave his sigh. The bucket hung off of his fingers next to him, dripping water onto the linoleum floor.

"Says the guy who loves it."

Ran a hand through her rainbow colored hair, flipping it all back.

"As if you'd like me if I was anything less, anyway."

Let that sink in for a moment.

"Well, pretty sure I ruined your mood, now. We'll hang later though, yeah?"

Turned away from him, still in her delighted little mood. Checking off more things on her 'to do before I die' list.

"You call me or I'll call you. Either or."

And walking towards the exit of the Lux.

He rolled his eyes and took his usual place at the bar, turning his chair so that he could watch her exit the Lux without so much as a goodbye. All the while, chairs shifted and moved of their own volition, filling in the gap between them both as tables and other pieces of furniture that had been pushed aside at last morning's closing followed suit.

"By your leave."

As she walked away, the Morningstar decided, quite confidently, that he rather enjoyed watching Tank go.

Stopped at the last moment. Turned around.

Put on her 'I'm gonna be a huge jerk and you're gonna love it' face.

"I should go chat up Del. Told her I was gonna learn a good secret, y'know?"

Back to laughing wildly.

And right out the door.

He wouldn't have had it any other way.