Owner	Pose
Nick Drago	Saturdays can be wild. Over at the Lux, the wildness can sometimes compound itself. But that's enough for the heavy crowd that takes up the dance floors and the booths down below. Or the crowded bar in the area. Oh no, for this is part two to a particular story that has already started where a shelter owner has tracked down one of his more famous volunteers to a club the musician had been known to go to. But the rocker is not rocking and instead has acquired a table the furthest away from the action with a closed copy of the Scarlet Pimpernel resting upon the table and a glass of Guinness before him. The shelter owner has followed suit and has a drink of his own now And so this is where we find one Nick Drago and Lucius Prime. Seated at the booth with plenty of space left over. Well, save for the space taken up by the thoughts processed by the admission Nick just made to Lucius. And the return of questions lobbed Nick's way in return. Nick nods. "Yes. Related. Distantly. But- Father's side. And yes- it is nice knowing." To Lucius's toast, Nick smiles, lifting up his glass in kind. "To family." He returns in agreement.
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus sips his Dark and Stormy. "Hmm.. The man certainly doesn't go too cheap on his Liquor. I feel guilty buying anything that isn't dirt cheap. Money better spent on other things then booze." He chuckles, "So Nick, I know your still blaiming yourself for the wall, but honestily I know crazy stuff will happen in this town."
Sinister	A weekend evening in a nightclub such as Lux is usually a thing avoided by Doctor Essex, for the prominent reason of much libation, much preoccupation of thought and far too many people to make him strictly comfortable. But there are occasions when needs must. Perhaps it was the itching and pricking of thumbs that drew him from lofty heights, but the elevator dings and the man in Black steps out. Shades, shirt, waistcoat, trews, from head to toe immaculate, but monochrome. He glances around, his head tilted as if listening.
Lucifer	Lucifer isn't and then is. Hair slicked back, three-pice suit of black with red trimmings, and whiskey in hand. He's been around because he usually is around. In dark corners where he can drink in the sins that people are imbibing in. It's when tingles of familiarity finally hits him - likely much more once Nathaniel steps from the elevator - but he's had feelings of familiar presence already. It's all in the timing. Which is now. He wasn't there and then he was and offers a smile to his long-distance nephew and the company he's keeping. "Evening Nick. Taking advantage of your VIP privleges it seems. I commend you for this." A pause, a shift of storm-blue gaze to the stranger-not-stranger. "Who's your friend?"
Nick Drago	"Well, it probably depends on what you're in the business of. I imagine dealing in cheap booze would hurt the club's image and the bottom line." His drink lowers, "...But I get what you're saying. With the shelter, the objective is different. You got to make every cent count. Heck. I have a budget for each type of job I do." As Lucifer arrives, Nick directs his smile the club owner's way, "Well it only took a couple months of repeating but I have grown to accept the generousity." When the attention is directed back over to Lucius, pale eyes look back over. "Oh yes. Lucifer. I'd like for you to meet Lucius Primus. He founded the shelter that I volunteer at from time to time. He swung by to see how I was doing." The gesture is then indicated towards Lucifer, "And Lucius, meet Lucifer Morningstar." Nick pauses to crane his neck, seemingly looking for the other half. "...Is Nathaniel nearby?"
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus looks over to Lucifer, "Yes, I've heard about you. You run a very popular club. And you donate quite a bit to the Shelter. I decided I wanted to see your place." He looks over to Nick and back to Lucifer, "And you seem to be friends with Nick." He sips his Drink, "Good Liquor too." He does however appear slightly nervous now.
Sinister	Yes, the pricking of the thumbs are a guidance, along with that. /That/. Not Nick, that one can be picked out with relative ease - and the suave tickle of temptation on legs, is a comforting familiarity. No. It's that /other/ that makes Sin home in and approach. "Never far behind, I assure you Nick..." approaching where the guiness consumption is occurring and faces old and new are assembled, Nathaniel's grey eyes behind the dark glasses, focus on Lucius a long moment. At least he looks human in colouration, though the appearance is a familiar one to anyone that's dealt with the obnoxiously tall geneticist before, in one way or another. There's a smile, only a fraction delayed and he reaches to the small of Lucifer's back in a small, but noticeable gesture of close familiarity. "Good evening."
Lucifer	Lucifer lifts an eyebrow up and then tilts his head just so before lifting his whiskey to take a sip from the glass. "I'm glad my reputation precedes me..." Offering this much with a smile before he gives a slight chuckle. "I like the shelter. The idea of it, and what it does for the community. Any thing I can do to help is my pleasure - surely." If he notes the sudden nervousness in Lucius, he's not going to be the one to point it out. There's a softness to his smile when Nathaniel comes up from behind him and then places a hand on his back. "Hello my dearest." This and then he holds out a hand so that two chairs come over towards them, shifting one so Nathaniel can settle before he settles himself. "So. You've seen the place. I am glad you appreciate the liquor...I can only go for best quality...but what do you think overall?"
Nick Drago	"Family." Nick responds in a slight correction to Lucius's comment. Seemingly doubling down on the claim made earlier in the night by stating it in front of the one who could counteract it. Hey I've been around long enough to actually experience nights where you both aren't together." Nick replies to Sinister's response, "Few and far between but it sometimes happens." Nick looks back to Lucius, giving a gesture towards the second youngest immortal in the room. "And this would be Dr. Nathaniel Essex."
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus turns slowly as it sounds like Sinister was nearby him, a look over and cranes his neck a moment (a mental rolodex (if he's being read actively: a few hundred faces that looked similar to Sinister, and lands on one, in a church.)). He squints, "Dr. Nathaniel Essex, hmm.. I think we might have bumped into each other a while ago." and he looks back to Lucifer, "The place is quite.. great for a bar. People enjoying themselves. I guess even with the best booze, you can certainly get people to keep putting more money down for it."
Sinister	The summoning of the chairs draws the grey eyes that way, the commentary draws a chuckle to be voiced. "Well, there's always an exception to prove a rule, because the attempts to impose order on something that yearns toward Chaos, is doomed to be wriggly." There, the smile he wears goes a little wry, settling himself into the chair and looking to Lucius as he's introduced. The tilt of the head and the nod that follows is a quiet recognition of that memory. "Indeed. I believe we've passed like ships in the night, a time before." Lucifer is gazed at in profile. "He has good taste in all things. The finer things in life, after all, are what it's all about."
Lucifer	"Well. There's also the actual service that's involved. The one thing I get knocked for a lot is that I never charge for the first drink. Even if it's the only one ordered by someone, they won't pay for it. Standard rule here." He lifts a single shoulder in a shrug. "They pay in other ways in the long run anyway...and I still turn a decent profit. One that I can use to pay for my lavish lifestyle, dote upon my loved ones and spread to shelters when I feel so inclined." He finishes off his drink and sets the glass onto the table in front of them. "Your words are welcomed and I thank you for them. It's nice to hear the appreciation from a visitor's mouth. So... how is the Shelter doing these days?"
Nick Drago	Nick looks curiously to Sinister as he mentions some kind of run in awhile ago. A while ago. "...Small world." Being that Lucius didn't bolt from the moving furniture and introductions, Nick's considering that to be a good sign. As the drink rules are brought back, the musician nods. "...Being a lot of people bring friends, I assume the drink promotion pays for itself from the eventual call for shots around the table."
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus splits the conversation a bit, as he nods to Sinister, "You don't look at old but, I swear we met at a funeral of scientist back in the day." He looked back towards Lucifer, "The shelter is going well enough. Your donations are most appreciated, both of you. It's disgusting that Metahumans are treated poorly in society, little I can do is provide a place where noone is turned away."
Sinister	"It's entirely possible," Sinister admits, giving a shrewd glance back to Lucius. Now, the mental computer software (he does NOT use a roladex, thankyouverymuch!) is cross-referencing. "I think I may have been observing at the time, to make sure the old goat was actually dead." C'mon. Sinister. "But with that topic change, it should hardly surprise you. Given that that was a good hundred and fifty years ago now, if not a bit more... the more things change, the more they stay the same, Lucius. There's a point where you either give up or get wise to changing things."
Lucifer	The timeline is broken. Not in the whole broken split and now something is going to go strongly awry. No. Broke in a way where Lucifer's curiosity is piqued. Everything is set to one side of his mind as he lets his attention go to Lucius directly. Another whiskey is served to him by big breasted skimpy dressed barmaid. He leans back and crosses one leg over the other. "You know. Lucius Primus is a very...interesting name. I wouldn't think a surname like Primus would have survived the fall of Rome. Consider me curious. How did you come about that name?"
Nick Drago	To the slight call out that Lucius may be older than he looks. Nick looks over to the shelter owner, quietly considering. Man. From Duncan to Lucifer, Nick certainly runs into a lot of immortals. With the fall of Rome being mentioned, a brow raises for a moment before he reaches for his drink. "Hmm. Years have been kind to you." Sipping his beer, he glances over to Sinister. How does it feel to be one of the younger ones at the table now?
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus finishes his drink, "So," he exhales, "Nick already knows I'm quite long lived, I just never got into the particulars.." He looks to Sinister and then back to Lucifer, "I know from this group, I doubt I would be laughed as being crazy. I was there at the Fall of Rome. That was when I found out that, well.. I'm quite difficult to kill. Funny you would state it that way too."
Sinister	Sinister's eyes settle on Nick over the top of his spectacles, a sparkle in the depth of the greys. Wisdom is always optional - and have you MET the significant other? You have? Always do feel like the younger side of things, bucko. He looks back to the conversation though, as Lucifer draws out a truth from one of his namesakes. No comment. Just listening.
Lucifer	"Well. When times must." Lucifer comments with a smirk and then draws a silver case from an inner pocket. If one looks closely, one side is engraved with a serpent with an emerald eye. The other a raven with a ruby eye. The case is opened, two cigarillos pulled out and then closed and replaced. He makes no show of it, but he places both between this lips, snaps a finger to flame and then lights both. One is passed to Nathaniel. Neither Nick or Lucius will smell the smoke, and it never travels in their direction. Always up. Always dissipating. "I believe I am right in saying that all four of us at this table are difficult to kill. I can't die. Nathaniel is...practically immortal at this point. You're likely the same somehow. Nick...just finds himself avoiding death for some...." He flicks a hand. "Off handed reasons..." A smirk then. "So. Fall of Rome. The greatest empire crumbled to nothing but dust. And you live to tell the tale. Not that it's an interesting one. The path beyond such a moment is likely more intriguing. How did you wind up in New York of all modern places?"
Nick Drago	Nick tilts his head and gives a bit of a shrug as Lucifer brings up his tendency to just not die. "A bit of luck, other people's plans colliding with each other, good friends, and family tend to help with that outcome." He responds. An assessing glance is given to Lucifer. "...I'm guessing the general stubbornness I seemed to have inherited from both sides of the family helps at times as well." ...Ok fine, being forever 21 probably helps at times too.
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus says, "Well, That is a long story. I actually have rotated through of the large cities. I enjoy the feeling of alot of people around, and with those people come challenges to overcome."     He sighs, "Yeah, I like pain perhaps but I'm drawn to places which need someone to fight for them. New York it seems in this time period is one of those that is particular troubled.""
Sinister	"Highly likely," Sinister responds to Nick's observation with the suggestion of a wink that never lands fully. He continues to listen, as inches of the long mile are revealed. "A scholar of the human condition then, also..." he observes, looking sidelong to Lucifer a moment, then at the bar in thought as he takes the cigarello "...Mwah." With the requisite air-kiss and another side-glance. A question not posed to him, got him thinking, so it did.