Literature
Luci and Michael go to a Strip Club
“Luci, you in here?” came a familiar voice and light knocking, before the study door opened a crack and an angelic face popped into view. As usual, Michael regretted opening the door, before Lucifer bade him enter. The tall blonde screwed up his face in disgust as he took in the room and its inhabitants.
There, in the middle of the room, stood his closest friend, Lucifer. Long, raven black hair, hanging straight and luminous past his shoulders. Always impeccably dressed in wonderfully tailored suits, today’s is black with pinstripes. Black shirt, buttoned all the way, but with no tie. Huh… Where’s his tie