Archived Roleplay:Oh, there's this Ball

There is a knock on Lucifer's door. Outside stands Roxanne, beaming like a five year old in a toy shop. She wears a leather jacket over a green sweater, jeans and converse. Her hair hangs in loose curls, framing her face. She is holding what looks like a Christmas card in one hand.

Lucifer: He steps out, wearing his Spartan armour. His hair is wet and matted to his head, and his skin glistens, as he had just gotten out of the shower. When he sees her, his face picks up, and he hugs he quickly, "Γιεά, Ρωξάνη! Merry Christmas, as I'm told had passed recently."

Roxanne: She grins and hugs back, "My name sounds so pretty in Greek. Hi, Merry Christmas!"

Lucifer: " Y festus anni, Amor." He smiles warmly, his teeth almost glowing white.

Roxanne: If possible, her grin widens. "See, I read up, and now I know that that means happy new year." She stands up on her tip-toes and kisses his cheek. "Happy new year! On that topic," she hands him the Christmas card, which is actually an invitation.

Lucifer: He beams as he opens it, reading the text inside.

The invatation reads:

Lucifer of Troy, else known as Xenophanes,

You are hereby invited to the Annual Ball of the Alix royal House

Which will be held on December 31st, 2013 at 9 PM

At the Royal Palace, Alix.

Dress: Formal.

Attached to it, is a small note:

''Lucifer, I enjoyed meeting you in November. Hope you join us. Best wishes, Marius Tyrell.''

Lucifer: His eyes widen, and he pulls Ro into his arms, holding her tight, "Oh grazie, Roxanne. This is quite the honour!"

Roxanne: She laughs and wraps her arms around him, "I did nothing, honest. I wasn't sure I'd get one myself, actually!"

Lucifer: He kisses her forehead, "Oh please, the Princess not getting invited? That's a bit much. I cannot wait to escort you, if I may."

Roxanne: She scoffs, "If my grandmother wasn't in this weird good and forgiving mood, I wouldn't be there. I had a fight with her on her birthday." She smiles up at him, "Sure thing."

Lucifer: He releases her, inviting her into his room before shutting the door behind her, "Hold on, Ro. I will just need to change out of my armour."

Roxanne: She walks in and, almost shyly, sits on the very edge of his bed.

Lucifer: Within seconds he had his chest plate off, letting the heavy chuck of metal fall to the floor with a sharp clang. Standing there with a naked chest, he takes a few seconds to undo the straps and hinges on his boots before getting into a nice t-shirt. He ducks behind a small divider, changing from the battle skirt he was issued into a pair of skinny jeans. He plopped onto the bed next to Ro, his face buried in the sheets, "*Muffled noises. Muffled noises*"

Roxanne: She chuckles and reaches out to play with his hair, "I didn't quite catch that, love."

Lucifer: He rolls over, smiling up at her, "What day is the dance? Also, what day is today?? I haven't the best concept of time."

Roxanne: She smiles back and continues playing with his hair, without really realizing it. "Today's the 30th, the ball starts tomorrow at 9 pm. My mother wants you to join us for dinner before that, though."

Lucifer:He sits up, stretching out his arms, "So that means we go today, oui? I do not know how Balls work."

Roxanne: She finally realizes what she's been doing and takes her hand back, blushing ever so slightly. "Um, yeah. A jet is going to pick up in about an two hours, so we just have to get to the airport."

Lucifer: He can't help but chuckle as he notices her blush, "What does it mean by "Dress: Formal"? Shall I wear my armour? It seems rather formal to me."

Roxanne: She stares at him for a second or two, tries really, really is hard not to laugh, but fails miserably and covers her mouth with her hand as she giggles uncontrollably.

Lucifer: He cocks his head to the side, "What? When I served, the uniform was considered the best thing to be wearing for special events."

Roxanne: She manages to get a grip after a few moments, "Sorry, sorry. It's just that, and I don't mean to disrespect you in any way, if a mortal sees you in your armor, they will mistake it for a Halloween costume."

Lucifer: He lies back in a huff, "What is Halloween? And why does it include wearing armour?"

Roxanne: She briefly explains everything about Halloween, hoping he won't get mad. "Anyway, I asked my uncle to buy you a tux to wear, I hope you don't mind."

Lucifer: He sighs, "What is a  tux?"

Roxanne: She smiles a little, "It's a kind of suit, very formal, just the right thing for a ball."

Lucifer: He stands up and extends his hand, so as to help her up as well, "Shall we make our way to this 'jet', then? I can fetch that horseless chariot, if you would like."

Roxanne: She takes his hand and allows him to pull her up, "Thanks." She straightens her clothes and nods, "You should probably get some clothes with you, you know, to change into after the ball so we can get back here?"

Lucifer: He reaches into his wardrobe and pulls out another pair of pants and a nice flannel shirt, "Passable?"

Roxanne: She grins and nods, "Looks like you're good."

Lucifer: He exits the room, asking her to close the door behind her before holding the front door open for her, smiling, "Allons-y, Ro."

They walk out of his cabin, pass the Big House and walk out of camp. They carry on walking down Half-blood Hill, until they find the familiar black SUV waiting for them.

Roxanne: She grins as her driver walks out of the car and opens the door for them, "Happy New Years, Remy!"

Lucifer: He nods at Remy, "Bonjour, Remy."

After some small talk, they both get into the car and Remy starts towards the airport. They arrive nearly an hour later. Roxanne walks out, thanking Remy and wishing him a happy 2014 again.

Roxanne: She smiles at Lucifer, "Okay, now we just have to get on board. Have you been on a plane before?"

Lucifer: He wears a puzzled look, "Plane?"

Roxanne: She chuckles, "Oh, great." She takes his hand in hers and leads him through the airport, explaining as much as she can.

Lucifer: His eyes are wide, "Through the air!? That's what those things are? They look just like Stymphalian Birds!",

Roxanne: She laughs, "I guess I can kinda see that, too. But yeah, through the air. It's very safe though, so there's nothing to worry about."

Lucifer: He looks uncomfortable, "I will, uh, take your word for it."

Roxanne: She smiles at him and squeezes his hand, "It'll be okay, really."

Lucifer: Her touch comforts him, and he can't help but blush slightly, though it's barely visible through the glow he always gives off, "Thank you, Roxanne. We will be together on this plane, yes? I don't think I'd make it alone."

Roxanne: She nods and trails cirlces on his hand with her thumb, "Of course."

Lucifer: He smiles and hugs her quickly, "May we board the 'plane', then? Get it over with already?"

Roxanne: She nods again, they get past secuirity and shit and finally get to the private jet that will fly them to Alix. They sit next to each other, but they're the only passangers anyway.

Lucifer: He holds her hand tightly, and he looks visibly uneasy, shity eyes, erratic leg movements, "So, how does this work? Are we flying yet?"

Roxanne: She smiles, "We're not." She helps him with the seatbelt before doing her own, just as the air hostess starts telling them about safety features.

Lucifer: He takes a deep breath nd mutters a short prayer for safety before sinking into his chair, "When will we start?"

As he asks, the plane starts taking off.

Roxanne: She smiles and squeezes his hand, "Relax."

Lucifer: He holds her smaller hands with both of his, squeezing it slightly, "I trust you, Roxanne."

Roxanne: She lets him hold her hand and hums quietly, hoping it will distract him. As the take off and the climb are done with, she reaches out with her free hand and touches his shoulder. "The scariest part is done with."

Lucifer: He lets go of her hand slowly, and he smiles warmly, "So do we just sit here for a few minutes?"

Roxanne: She laughs, but it's cut off by a yawn. "Sorry." She smiles, "Minutes? Try a few hours. Around 8."

Lucifer: He nods, "so there isn't anything to do? I expected the flying chariot to have more on it."

Roxanne: "There's a TV, and just as the air hostess, I have no idea," she chuckles. "I've slept through most of my flights. I also have my iPod, so if you want to listen to music..."