my Lucifer is lonely

Making no attempt to hide the way his eyes drifted up and down Ezra's body, Lucas snorted and shook his head. "Buy me a drink, huh? Would that I had any coin to buy anything." He missed being rich, but a society of trade wasn't so bad sometimes. "I can get you a drink, though." So saying, he rose back to his feet and sauntered away to the bar, before pausing halfway. "What are you having?" As he turned to hear the rest of what Ezra had to say, he couldn't help but let out a dark little laugh. "Me? I'm always looking for trouble," he said. "Luckily, I find girls who start parties all by themselves to be precisely the sort of trouble I like." LUCAS making work for idle hands