Fuck, what was he going to do? Lucifer continued to make everything increasingly more difficult. Even with extended plans to help with the hotel, even dealing with Voxtek, Lucifer continued to mock him. Letting out a very noticeable annoyance, he took another drink of his whiskey, setting it down none to lightly. Now he was reduced to drinking at Voxtek, knowing if he bothered to do it at the hotel, he may not be able to keep his cool. And that wouldn't be good for publicity.
"You s̸͍̈́a̷̯͙̾w̷̩̿̌ him earlier! The c̶͚̀ǒ̴̫ń̶̺s̵̱͊͌ṱ̴̾͝ḁ̵͎̀̏n̷̺̖̑t̴̝̘̏ string of ridicules. It's like he's trying to sabotage me. You would think if he cared about his so called daughter, that he abandoned for how long now, that he would want the help I, w̷̗̩̝̺̪͚̄͊̕͜ͅé̴̻͓̲͂̍͂̏̍̈́͝ have offered." Another strained annoyance flared across his demeanor, static flickering in the air as he tried to calm himself down.
"I'll take another." It wasn't a request, it was a statement. His glance alone gave the bartender a look of don't you defy me. Being at Voxtek now, more importantly, being stuck with Vox now, made his words hold a lot more weight.
His claws grasped the new frosted glass, giving the rocks a little swirl. His head gave a little roll, looking up at the ceiling before speaking again. "I'm tired of feeling like everything I've done was for nothing. It's been exhausting babysitting and now it's just extra babysitting." The alcohol was starting to get to him at this point. The reason for being at the hotel… Was it really worth it anymore?
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