[ Okay, 'Lucifer'--and Quentin half-smiles at that despite himself, unable to hide the fact that he thinks the name is ridiculous. He's not trying to be rude, he just sort of is being rude, even if it's by accident.
It's a Thing with him. He doesn't really dwell on it--can't dwell on it--because his gaze is flicking back up and over and the other offers a drink. Okay, Lucifer. Interesting stage name, he thinks, and his mouth is dry when he speaks: ]
Whiskey?
[ He grunts, mostly to himself, and screws his eyes shut for a split second, trying to push himself out of whatever fog he's dimly aware is creeping over him. ]
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It's a Thing with him. He doesn't really dwell on it--can't dwell on it--because his gaze is flicking back up and over and the other offers a drink. Okay, Lucifer. Interesting stage name, he thinks, and his mouth is dry when he speaks: ]
Whiskey?
[ He grunts, mostly to himself, and screws his eyes shut for a split second, trying to push himself out of whatever fog he's dimly aware is creeping over him. ]
Uh--yeah, hey, Quentin's right, you're--your name isn't really Lucifer, though, right?