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Lux - Tuesday
Jun. 25th, 2018 10:01 pmThe door from Milliways does indeed lead into Lucifer’s bedroom.
Having gotten a room at Milliways that he’d feel at home in, the scenery does not change much.
Glass, chrome, expensive sheets, expansive bed.
There’s a piano - and there’s a very nice (and very expensive) view of L.A. From the two, huge windows, spanning from floor to ceiling.
At the other end of the living space is a floor to ceiling bar, complete with counter and plenty of bottles, neatly lined up. And a door that looks like the door to an elevator.
Because that is what it is.
“Come on in,” Lucifer says, ushering him through.
“Drink?”
Having gotten a room at Milliways that he’d feel at home in, the scenery does not change much.
Glass, chrome, expensive sheets, expansive bed.
There’s a piano - and there’s a very nice (and very expensive) view of L.A. From the two, huge windows, spanning from floor to ceiling.
At the other end of the living space is a floor to ceiling bar, complete with counter and plenty of bottles, neatly lined up. And a door that looks like the door to an elevator.
Because that is what it is.
“Come on in,” Lucifer says, ushering him through.
“Drink?”
