Inside at the piano, I'm about to play a song. Come in and have a drink. If the men at the door hassle you just show them this text from me.
[Lucifer starts to play, sleeves rolled up and a cigarette smoking in the ashtray on top of the piano. The entire room is watching and listening, captivated and silent. Even when beautiful, half-naked women pass by tables of men, to collect empty glasses or return refills, they won't take their eyes off of Lucifer. When it's over there's a roaring applause and it almost seems like the room returns to normal after being on pause. The club music starts thumping, those scantly clad women go back to their dancing on tables and podiums and people start to chatter. Lucifer smiles and picks up his cigarette to balance it on his lips for a drag as he waits for Quentin. He'll rise from the piano and picks up his drink, dark eyes scanning the crowd for him.]
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[Lucifer starts to play, sleeves rolled up and a cigarette smoking in the ashtray on top of the piano. The entire room is watching and listening, captivated and silent. Even when beautiful, half-naked women pass by tables of men, to collect empty glasses or return refills, they won't take their eyes off of Lucifer. When it's over there's a roaring applause and it almost seems like the room returns to normal after being on pause. The club music starts thumping, those scantly clad women go back to their dancing on tables and podiums and people start to chatter. Lucifer smiles and picks up his cigarette to balance it on his lips for a drag as he waits for Quentin. He'll rise from the piano and picks up his drink, dark eyes scanning the crowd for him.]