at least this isn't awkward [closed]

[etherthief]

Iman adjusts her hijab as she rides silently down the elevator alongside her escort. She and Rush are nearing the end of their training process and she'll be happy to lose the bodyguard, as well as a lot of other perks. One thing she's not looking forward to, and that's Rush himself.

This is their first workday since the last congregational dream, which had gone so spectacular awry for them both. Their first time interacting. She doubts he's going to make a big deal out of it. She certainly doesn't plan to.

She's still angry, and she doesn't like feeling angry, it's a useless emotion in this instance. Rush is a colleague, not a friend. She knows the drema was as hard on him as it was on her, and furthermore that he isn't good with people the way she is. She asked too much of him. She knows that. It doesn't make it easier to bear, knowing that she's about to spend a day in a room with him, avidly not acknowledging what they went through two nights ago.

It is what it is.

Mercifully the elevator comes to its halt, and the escort leads her down the hall to their little classroom. They've upgraded to more useful projects now, at least, but it's still very much like school work. At least they're good at it.

Rush is already there when she gets in, and she acknowledges him with a faint nod before taking her seat. Normally this is where they'd start bantering up a storm and breaking rules but. Something tells her not today.

"Morning," she says in a tone that meets only the barest definition of polite.

brother mine [closed]

[has_a_horn]

It's become abundantly clear that Gabriel needs to have a talk with his brother. He's not convinced that it's going to be a particularly productive talk, but at least he can try to set down some ground rules now that they're sharing the city. Most of all, he needs Lucifer to stop terrorizing his friends. He's not looking forward to this, and he feels nervous about asking anything of Lucifer. THe last time he tried didn't exactly go super smoothly. He has a feeling that this is going to be more of a high-pressure negotiation than a brotherly conversation.

He sends Lucifer a phone, then texts to him, then a few hours later wanders into Wilmot's for the meeting.

He walks in about ten til seven. The farthest corner booth will hopefully be private enough for the type of things they'll be chatting about. He slides in there, orders some top shelf whiskey (two glasses) and waits.