A little madness was definitely needed, especially after the somber battle and the heaviness that followed. Though they had their upbeat moments following the completion of the renovation, he could still feel the thinnest gray clouds gathering. They lingered now that they had increased media attention.

Lucifer vanished his empty glass and hopped down from his seat. Alastor needn't interrupt his drink, he's got it.

The angel cleared his throat and gestured a turned dial with a hand. Rather than killing the music, the "volume" was lowered by some of the copies finishing their sets on the dance floor, linking arms and returning to tables to have a seat and have muted conversation.

"Come on in!" That cane was snatched from thin air, twirled, and propped against the floor, all decorum.