[open] not sure if it m a t t e r s

[LUCIFER OSKAR VENDETTA-EALING,]

Lucifer paced around the dressing tables backstage. He did love his job, but he got stressed out a lot. It was sometimes hard to manage all of the members, especially the ones that performed. The merchandisers and roadies were fine and easy to control, but the rest of the members could sometimes annoy him. The person that annoyed him most? Cecillia.

It was a strange feeling for him. He hardly ever got annoyed. It wasn't as though he was angry at her, or upset, or anything. It wasn't even that he was in love with her, like he told people he was. He was just pissed off that she was engaged. Mainly because he liked to have girls all to himself, and to have them want him. But also because he thought that it could possibly impact the band and conflict could arise. He definitely did not want that, since it would cost him a job.

Lucifer knew that Cecillia liked him as more than just a friend. For one thing she'd kissed him back that one time, and for another he could just tell from her behavior, he knew her that well. Admittedly they'd make a good couple. She was cute and vulnerable, or so it seemed, and he could protect her. They'd be spending all of their time together, and he would know everything about her, unlike Nico.

Regardless of any emotions he might have, he still had to continue with his job and his life. And oh, what a game life was. Lucifer liked to think that he was winning the game, because he was definitely having fun, and all the slots seemed to fall in the right place for him.. except for with Cecillia.

He was talking on the phone, arranging publicity for their next gig. All the same monotonous thing.. "I'm doing you a favor here. You need pictures for your magazine, I need publicity for my band. No, our hours are not flexible, gigs do in fact have set times." He rolled his eyes as he waited for the person on the other end to respond. "Okay, fine. The next gig, then." Lucifer pressed the 'end call' button on the phone, and rubbed his forehead, stressed out that the magazines recently were so unwilling to comply. That was one interview down the drain.. he had a lot more to go through.

He let out a long breath and sat down in one of the chairs by the mirror. The band were on stage right now so they wouldn't need their mirrors. The music was blaring from on stage, giving Lucifer a bit of a head ache on top of everything else. He'd be glad when this gig was over.

He began tapping his hands on the table to the beat of the music. His mind raced around, thinking about everything in his life. Cecillia, his old band, and his ex wife. He never ever spoke about her. Ever. He tried not to even think about her, but it was hard right now. He could just imagine her beautiful face, and the way that they had been together.. How he longed to see her again.

Just then somebody entered the back of the stage, and Lucifer stood quickly up, in the sort of way you'd expect a child to after they'd been doing something wrong. Obviously he wasn't guilty of anything, but for some reason somebody coming in had made him jump. He let out a sigh again and ran his tongue along his teeth.

"Hello," he said before even processing who was in the room with him.

[HAYLEE-RAE MICHAELS,]

“AGHHHHH” Haylee-Rae squealed at the top of her lungs slamming her laptop shut. Probably hard enough to shatter the screen but she didn’t care. It was bad enough that her manager was getting engaged to her ex best friend but the fact that it was actually making headlines infuriated her. Sure she realized that Nico was an outright billionaire and that Cecilia was just fucking adorable, but pretty much anything that made CC happy sent her into an inferno rage. And now for her to be flaunting that huge, expensive, shiny rock in everyone’s face was just insulting. She looked down at the large blue topaz and diamond ring on her own right ring finger, which she estimated to be at least a thousand dollars less than Cecilia’s engagement ring. “Insulting...” she muttered angrily as she spun the ring around with her thumb on the same hand as she thought about how much more money she should have spent while picking the damn thing out. Not to mention Haylee-Rae was a spoiled brat. She hated feeling cheap in comparison to anyone else. To put it bluntly she was full of herself and materialistic as anything. But who was to be blamed for that; none other than her dear old aunt and granny. You could call it overcompensation for Haylee’s lack of a healthy home and proper amount of affection. They just like to call it “showing their love.” After all it’s done less good then they had hoped. But in Haylee’s mind it was all smooth sailing. Yeah, maybe it turned her into a beastly, two-faced, conceited bitch, with anger-management issues…but at least she was wealthy.

“Engagement my arse, fucking……UGHH.” She had a hard time actually putting her anger into words. She raised her bare arm and flung the upper half into the silver and crystal desk lamp sitting in front of her and sent it flying off the desk and into the wall close by. The small lamp let out a dangerous electric zipping noise as the cord detached from the base seconds before it shattered against the beige wall, only to leave tiny sharp fragments scattered on the dusky pink carpeting. She grabbed her full-to-the-brim flask from the mini-fridge beneath the desk and downed the contents in less than 30 seconds. After realizing she could fill the thing and empty it twenty times over before she’d be satisfied she went back and grabbed her bottle of Grey Goose. As she urgently sipped she surveyed the scene of her hotel suite. With that she had the mattress kicked off the bed frame, the telephone snatched from its jack in the wall, the standing lamp tipped over with light bulb smashed on the ground, a long crack running up the sliding glass door, every item swiped from the dresser onto the floor, the toilet clogged with all the towels from the shelf above it, the large mirror in pieces after flinging her train case into and the coffee table tipped on its side. “Nico can take care of that.” she thought out loud through her teeth grabbing her leather jacket off the coat rack before polishing off the rest of the vodka and tossing the bottle into the heap of mess and storming out of her room; Classic rock star hotel trashing.

She had to find Lucifer. She needed someone to rant to; someone to scream at about fixing it. If there was anyone who hated this engagement almost as much as she did it was him. Despite the cold February air Haylee was out in a cut off t-shirt that she had worn a bandeau top under, simply because the arms were cut in so far you could clearly see her bra hanging out. She had managed to grab her jacket and flask before stomping out but there wasn’t much but that separating her skin and the icy air. So there she was, walking down Time Square, drunk as hell, sore from kicking and screaming and throwing, and making a desperate attempt to hail a cab. After whistling on a street corner for what felt like forever, and some annoying fan harassment she managed to flag down a taxi cab and bark at him to get her to “whichever you call it venue Baby Circus is stinking up.” You had to hand it to her; the girl was drunk off her ass. Luckily, his daughters were fans and her knew just was she was blathering about. Within five minutes they were outside the venue. She tossed god only knows how much money at him and told him to keep the change. She took another sip of liquid courage and wandered in the back way. She knew exactly how to maneuver her way backstage. Barbie the Dyke had played the venue a couple of times. This issue was just a matter of getting her feet to go one in front of another. After stumbling down a long hallway and up a stairwell and into a couple walls simultaneously she found her way backstage to Lucifer, who was standing over a table looking all manager-like and brooding… and kind of sexy. But that may have just been the vodka talking. “Hello” he uttered without looking up at her. Flask in had she pointed to him and slurred out, “Ih nseed tuh tadlk tuh yooou.” She took another shot from the flask and teeter-tottered her way toward him. “Thatss sluuht is ehngage *hiccup* engaged?!” As she said this she pointed to the stage and then toward herself upon her next sentence clearly angered by the though. “Tuh mhy manhageer! Mhhhhhyy manager! Moohve.” She pushed his arm out of the way and sat on the table in front of him and blinked at him blankly for a few seconds. “Wahhat uhr yhu gunna tdoo abouht it?” She turned her head to the side looking at him with innocent expectance.

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[LUCIFER OSKAR VENDETTA-EALING,]

It was Haylee. Definitely not who he'd expected. What was she doing at a Baby Circus gig? There to sabotage, perhaps? He'd definitely stop that from happening.

“Ih nseed tuh tadlk tuh yooou.”

Lucifer was slightly confused by what she was saying, and it took a while to process in his mind. She was quite plainly drunk. It would have been easy to tell even if her speech wasn't horribly slurred. She looked sort of flustered, and looked like she was about to topple over even when she was stood completely still. She had a slightly gothic-looking flask in her hand, probably filled with whatever alcohol she'd been drinking. He really hoped she'd called a cab to get there and driven herself.

"Oh, right," he said, and Haylee cut him short before he'd had to chance to elaborate.

“Thatss sluuht is ehngage *hiccup* engaged?! Tuh mhy manhageer! Mhhhhhyy manager! Moohve.” Haylee unexpectedly pushed his arm out of the way, and he toppled off-balance slightly, but quickly steadies himself, and folded his arms across he chest and took a short step back so that he wasn't touching her. “Wahhat uhr yhu gunna tdoo abouht it?”

He was caught off again by her words. Lucifer wasn't sure why she cared that much. He was also slightly angry that she was calling CC a slut. He thought for a second, Haylee's voice echoing around in his head as he tried to make sense of the drunken string of nonsense.

"Oh believe me, I've tried a lot. Apparently even her kissing me won't break them up," he shook his head slowly several times, taking a step forwards and looking down. "I've tried talking her out of it too. It's a bad idea, and I know she doesn't love him. Things will just go wrong." He brushed a stray piece of hair from her face, and sighed. "You're very drunk, Haylee. Coming here wasn't a good idea. If anybody saw you in here.. well you know what would happen," he pressed, trying to convince her to leave, but sort of hoping she's stay as well. He wanted somebody to talk to rather than being alone all of the time. And he liked Haylee, unlike the majority of his band. He wasn't interested in any of that stupid bitchy rivalry, and always tried to stay out of it. That didn't mean he wouldn't defend his own band over any other, because he would, always.

"You must be cold," he said, examining her clothes, and slightly surprised and a little turned on by the fact the sleeve of her top were cut low, revealing her underwear. Backstage really wasn't the most warm place ever in this venue, and even he was a little cold. The girls on stage wouldn't be cold anymore though after all their playing. They'd come back in all sweaty as usual. "Do you want my jacket?" he offered, not taking it off, because he didn't expect she'd really want ti considering she was so drunk, or so it appeared. He changed his mind suddenly. A moment ago he'd been telling her to leave, and now he was pretty much asking her to stay. Maybe it was because he enjoyed the company so much. But he thought that it was probably mainly because there was a little spark of hope inside him that he and Haylee could come up with a way to break up CC and Nico, or at least delay the marriage.

"So you burst in here, asking me what I'm going to do about Cecilia and Nico, right? I've already done as much as I can think of. But what have you done? Hmm?"

[HAYLEE-RAE MICHAELS,]

She tilted her head back into its upward position as Lucifer spoke to her. She made an honest to blog attempt to comprehend and analyze every single word that came out of his mouth. But she was drunk as hell and kind of twitchy at this point. She heard applause coming from the crowd and snapped her head toward the stage for a moment. Luckily enough she couldn’t see anything from where she was. She knew that their show was just beginning so she had time. It was weird but the way he stood there in front of her with his arms crossed made him look almost paternal. But she didn’t want to think of him like that. That would only make their affair super awkward.

"Oh believe me, I've tried a lot. Apparently even her kissing me won't break them up.” Haylee-Rae let a slight giggle escape as she placed her index and middle fingers over her lips. “You kissed her?” she only quietly muttered under her breathe. And then his fingers hit her skin and she jumped. Not in an outright source, but deep down somewhere underneath. Like an electric shock. She drunkenly retorted “I dun gihv a shite wahht the-hey do thu mey.” As he continued she simply blankly stared at him, almost as if he were speaking a different language. She took out her flask and took a big gulp from it tilting her head back and almost falling flat on the table in the process. She steadied herself and then reached out and unhooked Lucifer’s arms and placed his palms flat down on the table on either side of her, brushing his hands across her thighs as she went.

"So you burst in here, asking me what I'm going to do about Cecilia and Nico, right? I've already done as much as I can think of. But what have you done? Hmm?" She only smiled at him. “I’ll tell you wh-at I dihdt. I fucked her mahnager.” She grinned in satisfaction and took another sip from her flask. “But really Luci, baby. What on earth do you expect me to do?” She said with fake innocence and curiosity in her oh so childish baby voice. She was gaining a bit of momentum intellectually and could actually form semi-coherent sentences now. “I’ve already stolen two of her men before, and practically made her existence on this tour hell. And I spend pretty much every day with Nico. Granted I haven’t nailed him yet. But he doesn’t seem too interested.” She pouted. “Believe me I tried. He didn’t even make a comment about how perky my boobs are." She looked down at her own chest for a moment. "He just said ‘Hayl, put your top back on and run the chorus again.’…wanker. And if sex appeal hasn’t worked what in the hell will?”

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[LUCIFER OSKAR VENDETTA-EALING,]

“You kissed her?”

He nodded slowly, recalling the moment. Granted, she was a very good kisser. Not the best he'd ever had, but certainly a lot better than many people he'd kissed in his time. And she had definitely kissed him back, even though she'd denied it. Clearly if Cecllia was keeping things like that from Nico then their relationship wasn't very stable. In a marriage there were supposed to be no secrets. The mere fact that she'd kissed him back indicated that she felt something for him. That was another reason he didn't think that they should get married. If they were only going to get married to break up, tearing apart two bands in the process, it wasn't worth it. He'd learnt that in the past from his own experience. Music should come before love, always..

"I did kiss her, yes. It was necessary. I wanted to see how she'd respond." He paused for a moment as though in deep thought, running a finger along his bottom lip. "If nothing else, she's a very interesting girl. Her responses to other human actions fascinate me.. especially mine. Which is why I've told her I love her for so long. She's my best source of entertainment."

“I dun gihv a shite wahht the-hey do thu mey.”

He chuckled, still enjoying the fact she was so drunk. People really were the most fun and interesting when drunk. They're often reluctant to say their true feelings when sober; it was just nice to hear them say things that they'd regret later.

"Five against one. You'll wake up tomorrow with a broken nose and a split lip in addition to what is sure to be a killer hang over. I think you'll give a shit then." Lucifer wasn't actually sure how far the girls would take their petty little teen rivalry, especially since his band were clearly not the most aggressive girls in the world. But he didn't doubt that they'd be very angry, and there would be consequences for Haylee, and possibly even Cecilia and the rest of Baby Circus.

Lucifer smirked as Haylee pulled his hands apart and put them on either side of her body, the backs of his fingers slightly brushing her thighs as she did so. “I’ll tell you wh-at I dihdt. I fucked her mahnager.”

Lucifer smiled that cute little half-smile that he often did, and leaned in to kiss her, but she continued talking, and Lucifer rolled his eyes slightly in frustration. “But really Luci, baby. What on earth do you expect me to do? I’ve already stolen two of her men before, and practically made her existence on this tour hell. And I spend pretty much every day with Nico. Granted I haven’t nailed him yet. But he doesn’t seem too interested, believe me, I tried. He didn’t even make a comment about how perky my boobs are," she said, looking down at her chest, and his eyes followed her gaze too, smiling again and laughing softly. "He just said ‘Hayl, put your top back on and run the chorus again.’…wanker. And if sex appeal hasn’t worked what in the hell will?”

Once Lucifer was sure that she was done, he leaned forward again and pressed his lips against hers, and ran his hands from the tops of her thighs down to her knees, pulling her body closer to the edge of the table so that their crotches were pressing against each other. He pulled away slightly for a moment, glancing down at her chest again. "Any man to reject you is a fool. Thus proving my point."

If it were any other situation, Lucifer would definitely not be talking, he'd just shut up and accept what was thrown at him. But he felt very strongly about Cecilia getting married, and his thoughts were on his wife at that moment, which was very rare, so he wasn't much in the mood for having sex with another woman. "But by having sex with me, do you really achieve anything? Cecilia wouldn't care. Not now. She's too caught up in her love for Nico. I doubt she'd even notice. Although I assume you know her better than I. I don't like to know a lot about her."

[HAYLEE-RAE MICHAELS,]

Haylee-Rae followed Lucifer’s finger across his lip and listened intently to his monologue of his fascination with Cecilia. It was amazing how determined he was to pull her and Nico apart. Sure Haylee was too, simply to ruin Cecilia. But it seemed that Lucifer had some underlying….want for Cecilia. Because he knew what could happen to her. And because he wanted to do the opposite for her.

“She's my best source of entertainment."
Haylee thought to herself in a bitter tone “yeah I’ll bet she’s entertaining alright.” She wasn’t quite sure how much longer the spite for CC could go on in the light of their former friendship. But as far as she was concerned Cecilia had turned her back on her. So what reason did she have to forgive? For all she knew she had none. Which made it even better that she was here with Lucifer. Only a mere few feet from Cecilia herself. Fucking around with her manager.

Then Lucifer piped into her thoughts.
“Five against one. You'll wake up tomorrow with a broken nose and a split lip in addition to what is sure to be a killer hang over. I think you'll give a shit then." She thought about it for a moment. This was probably true. But if she felt she was about to get into something she would have just called Roxie and Maddi. And the three of them against Scarlett, Autumn, Chelsea, Ariella and Cecilia would probably just make for one hell of a show. But as far as she knew for the time being she was safe. She’d just sit there basking in Lucifer being wrapped around her.

After she finished her rant about Nico ignoring her sexual advance she couldn’t help but bite her lip at Lucifer’s eyes falling on her chest as she spoke. And that was when she felt the familiar warmth of his lips against hers and his hands gliding from her thighs to the backs of her knees. She instantly felt a bit warm all over when Lucifer slid her whole body forward on the table and pressed himself against her. Naturally she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck and press her pelvis forward a bit more aggressively, while keeping her kiss tender. For a brief moment e pulled back. And of course his eyes, yet again, fell back on her chest.

"Any man to reject you is a fool. Thus proving my point."
Wow. To her surprise this was the first real compliment she had received in a while. Sure she knew she was gorgeous and skilled in every way possible. But most of her received compliments dealt with the words: rack, sex, blow, ass, and last night. But never just having to do with her. She wasn’t quite sure how to take it. But she couldn’t help but smile.

For a moment after Lucifer did not return to his passionate embrace as he normally would. Instead Haylee watched as the corners of his mouth turned down, only a smidge, and as he spoke she dropped her arms from around his neck.
"But by having sex with me, do you really achieve anything? Cecilia wouldn't care. Not now. She's too caught up in her love for Nico. I doubt she'd even notice. Although I assume you know her better than I. I don't like to know a lot about her."

Shit. They had to get serious again. Haylee only shook her head.
“Oh I achieve plenty. Believe you me; she gets well pissed every time your name and mine are even put in the same sentence. Think about how angry she’d be if she found out. Trust me. With Cecilia she automatically assumes no matter who they are, every man in her life belongs to her.”
She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment.
“That includes you Lucifer.”
She pulled her legs up onto the table and crossed them in front of her as she heels clicked on the surface. She shrugged.
“Not to mention you’re good at what you do; All the better for me. Unless…” she raised her eyebrows, slightly angry at the thought.
“Unless of course you had some other arrangement in mind.”

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