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[Have Lindsey wonderland. He looks more then a little tired, someone was up late reading.]

When did you realize your tolerance for the unusual and strange was maxed out?

Also... I feel like there needs to be serious re-organization of the welcoming committee. Including but not limited to updating that pamphlet, making it readily available, and a census maybe? something so that we know who's here?

[If pressed, he'd explain that between Will Graham and the worries of everything else and everyone else, it would be a nice idea. Never mind that it could always fall into wrong hands.

Would fall into wrong hands.]

...I guess I'll take charge of that, but I could use some help...from people who've been here longer.

[Private Message to Jesse.]

....You're a good guy man. Will you let me buy you a drink or something? nobody...should have to listen to me complaining.

[Action; open to anyone/abby]

[It's a day or so after his post and Lindsey is drunk. Very drunk, sitting on the steps somewhere in the castle with his guitar. Occasionally he strums a few notes but he's not really playing anything. He's just sort of staring at the ceiling.

No tears. No emotion.]

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A pity that you cannot be something more. It doesn't suit your features to be so glum. But perhaps we will find a way to cheer you?

[She opens the door, letting him into the room, decorated much like the others. She hadn't had time to put her own personal style into anything.]

What is your name?

That's the story of my life sweetheart.

[His hand slides up his chest, to tug at his collar. Then drops.] Lindsey. I'm Lindsey.

You are?

Lilith.

[She poured him a glass of wine, handing it to him with a charming smile.]

It doesn't have to be the story of your life. You could have a better life than that.

[Lilith. What a punch. He doesn't shake or look surprised. Lilith could just be a name.]

As what, a famous country singer? [cue light laughter, music, then genuine interest in her. Darla taught him well.] If we're talking about beauty, I'm afraid I'm outshone by you fair lady.

[She's rather impressed that he knows how to turn certain things around. He was also familiar with the dance.]

Perhaps. I certainly am accustomed to granting such gifts.

[She smirks, sitting closer to him.]

What sweet words. Almost as sweet as your music. If you are not careful, you might break my heart.

Granting them? [Perhaps it is the Lilith. Another Darla in the making. No, the original Darla.

He suddenly feels pity for them both. He drowns it with wine before looking back at her. They eat pity for breakfast, he's suddenly sorry he was drunk. This would require him staying on his toes.

All the same, it's not fair to her. Perhaps at one point she, like Darla wasn't the Lilith. even if she is who I think she is.

Sliding closer he nudges her shoulder against hers, a playful gesture before giving her his whole attention.]

Never. Not to someone as ... [his hand hovers, almost like he wants to cup her cheek or run his fingers through her hair before he lowers his gaze] ...Not to someone like you. Not to anyone. I've had my heart broken, and I don't intend to repeat the process. [Until I can learn to do it as well as you could, as well as Darla could.]

I like being given things, but I'm more interested in what I could give you first.

[She watches his face as he seemed to figure things out. Good. He was smart. In a strange way, she felt strangely protective of him, as she did for anyone she made her personal project. More than a simple toy to toss aside. He seemed pliable and skilled, clever and astute. Perhaps there was a use for Lindsey, a chance for her to teach him and make him stronger.

Lilith smiles as his hand comes closer, near to touching her. She places her fingers over his, brushing their digits together.]

Beyond the sweet words you give me and the private concert?

...What do you want.

[Cue sincerity. Cue realism. Perhaps if he'd offered that to Darla she wouldn't have left him. He squeezed her fingers, sweat running down her forehead]

[That was an interesting question. She hadn't really thought what she wanted. For most of her life, she had a plan and a goal in mind. There was always something that she worked for. Now that she was here, all of that necessity was gone.]

Fun. Pleasure. Amusing company and a project to focus on again.

[She shrugged lightly. Certainly nothing that would be hard to fulfill.]

The question is, what do you want. I would rather like to grant you something.

[Lindsey felt like laughing aloud. What did he want? He leaned in close. ] Let's say for now that I want to give you what you want.

Because the things I really want I need time to plan and I'd rather have a partner in crime rather then make someone just give it to me.

[He knows how you demons work] Say... a partner in crime. [The alcohol filters in and his head swims] as it were. If needed. An ally.

[She watched him for a long moment. That was what she had needed as well. Only days before, she had been plotting for more allies, those who could help and protect her should the Winchesters try to get stabby.

It was rare for her to be pleasantly surprised, but she was now.]

You and I are of one mind then. I find myself in a precarious place surrounded by my enemies and others who are...angry at me. I need allies, friends.

[She walked two fingers up his arm slowly]

You are familiar with my kind, it seems. What sort of man is so...knowledgeable and worldly?

[When he hears "angry" he thinks Angels. The thought of real angels makes him stone cold

But he'll let that slide and lean into her touch.]

I used to work for three of them. [there's a long pause] I guess I still work for them. Six figure salary and a benefit package for lawyering for the darkest of the dark.

...who's angry at you? Are they here?

[A lawyer for demons? That's a surprise, but certainly would make sense. Who else would help them manage and oversee contracts as well as projects. She is starting to like this Lindsey more and more.]

Three? Impressive. That is why you don't fear what I am.

[Her eyes turned white]

Oh yes, they are here. Angels, hunters, other demons. It's a rather ruthless business we have

[It is a testament to Lindsey McDonald, former cabana boy of Darla the scourge of Europe and how far he's fallen that he doesn't pull away in horror. If anything he sighs. Demons.

Well. Hm.

Demons willing to work with people. This could be more then useful. This is a friendship to be cultivated, to be needed. Wolfram and Hart were opposing, distant bosses. The senior partners were...well...

The one time he was ushered into his presence it was terrifying. This is terrifying too but if he were to go home with this woman's help...

Can you feel his smile curl like a cat? His soul slip into a little closer to the ledge?]

...Oh no, I fear you. [He lowers his gaze, respectful.] That doesn't mean I wouldn't worship you if given half the chance.

...Angels, hunters, and other demons. Guess I gotta be careful.

[That is enough to gain her attention. His choice of word 'worship' stroking her vanity. He doesn't shrink away, but seems to move closer. Her own smile growing. Yes, she could like this Lindsey.]

Worship? And what sort of chance do you need?

[He is skilled at this dance, at the pulling in and charming. Normally only other demons were capable of this. She was impressed to find a mortal who could do it well.]

They won't harm you. Having power tends to mean gaining enemies...even amongst your own.

Permission. [He smiles. He wouldn't lie if he said he needed it.]

...I wouldn't say no to power. It seems like we might have something in common over that.

Why would you want to worship me? Do you know what sort of creature I am? Who I am? I am not exactly good. [An understatement, but she was being kind in giving him fair warning. Something she wouldn't do for many others.]

My power is in question in some regards. There is new ruler about and I can either challenge him or allow him to take over. But then again, power isn't always what others see. It's behind the scenes. And I believe lawyers know how to wield it.

...If you're a demon then you can tell that I'm not either.

[He lowers his gaze and then smiles] You want to take the new ruler of hell to court?

You are mortal, but your soul...it's not like the other ones I encounter. Perhaps it is your dealings with my kind.

[She chuckles] No nothing so extreme. Better to let him look after everything. He wants it bad enough, he can manage through the enemies and the logistics of keeping power. Meanwhile, I am going to, as you say, gather allies and protectors. Whatever plans I come up with after that need time to be considered and plotted perfectly.

It seems like we have a lot in common. [Pull back now, slightly. Ever so slightly. Just like Darla.

His chest hurts as he looks away.] A lot in common. So let's make a deal, let's be ... allies as it were. While we're here. We can help each other. And if I think of something else...

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[Her grin is clear and bright. She's hooked a fish, but it seems he did the same as well. There is excitement in her. Playing with him has made her enjoy the game, something that had been missing since her arrival here.]

Allies....partners perhaps? Though...[she meets his eyes] a deal with me takes a bit more than a word of agreement. To make it binding, it means that I must seal it in a particular way.

[He smiles.]

...Seal it how?

[She walked over to her bed, setting her wine aside as she took a seat on the edge. Her eyes kept hold of his, smiling seductively.]

[Lindsey is shocked - but only for a moment. It wouldn't be the first time he offered his body to a monster.

People crossed his mind, Abby, Will, Jesse - the complete opposite of what he should do was go to bed with this woman, but it wasn't like he was selling his soul - again.

Oh hell no.

He slides forward, unbuttoning his shirt - but there's a slight trembling in his fingers that he can't control]

...Pretty sure we never covered this in law school. You'll have to go slow. [he smirks] Then faster.

And feel free to bite.

[She felt herself liking him more and more. This clever, charming and handsome mortal that was to share her bed. This was how it always began. The ones who became her lovers and projects. Crowley once being a mortal and then suddenly her right hand.

Now there was Lindsey, a man full of potential and eagerness. She would make him hers and mold him into the greatest force this world had ever seen.

She slipped out of her dress, stretching out more fully on the bed. Perhaps it was that he reminded her of Sam, of what Sam could have been. It didn't matter. Lindsey would be greater still.]

Consider it one of the perks of dealing with the first of my kind. [Oh yes, she liked him] I did promise to bring a smile to your face tonight.

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