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Jay opens the door to his room and gestures Lucifer to join him. He drops his mask on the desk and racks the sword before pulling a couple of glasses from a cupboard. "Want a smoke?"

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Lucifer sighs, deeply, and snuggles close, draping a leg over Jay's.

"You could make a killing in L.A. as a massage therapist," he murmurs.

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Jay wraps his arms around him, settling comfortingly. "I make a decent bouncer too." He answers sleepily.

[wayward_sun]

A chuckle.
"That's a novel combo. Sadly, I'm already at max capacity when it comes to bouncers."

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Jay snuffles softly, pressing a kiss to the nearest patch of skin. "Good think I don't need a job then."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer stretches.
"Yes, I guess you could say that."

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Jay drifts off, content and sated.

{ooc: shall we fade there? That was lovely.)

[wayward_sun]

{ooc: let's. It was. And no names were exchanged. That's pretty good going}

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{ooc: very Jay. I don't think he got Emcee's name till after their first time.)