Ever since Cassidy walked into Lux with Jesse Custer for the first time, he hardly ever saw the Texan without the insolent vampire lurking close by. Perhaps a clash of the characters, or more likely a fight over a woman; Morningstar did not pry nor did he have any intention to meddle in what was their own business.
They drank in silence, what did not bother him, and by the time they finished, Beatrice was there to refill their glasses.
“So what are you up to, lately? Sulking over your beer?”
Great Jesse Custer, worn out and tired of chasing Mad the Almighty. Lucifer had to admit that the concept of the mortal going against the Worst of Bad was quite impressive.
The taste of alcohol stings the sharp pain of his injuries, burning a hole through the damaged tissues in his face, shoulder, and everywhere else that seems to be fucking burning. He grunts when he shifts-a bruise to one ass cheek is just so peachy.
“-Shi-” he pauses, the swearing comes too easy to him, he needs to knock it off.
“-They’ve gone off together, the two of ‘em left me here for some beating I deserve, I guess. What’s it to you?”
