Lucifer dropped down onto the patio couch with a drawn-out groan, landing face first in the cushions.

Husk raised an eyebrow.

“I see the meeting went well.”

Lucifer turned his head, and they could see the way he rolled his eyes. “I thought it was never gonna end. Meetings with Adam were already a pain, but this? Ugh, I wish shooting me actually did something.”

 

Angel leaned forward, reaching out to poke him in the cheek. Finally, Lucifer sat back up, pulling off his coat and hat, tossing his bowtie on top of the hat as his snake slithered from around it to his wrist.

“It’s too fucking hot for stupid bureaucracy.”

 

As Lucifer fanned himself with one hand he unbuttoned the top of his shirt with the other, Angel and Husk watching as his eyes tracked the movement of Angel’s.

Angel stifled a laugh.

“Want a bite?”

Lucifer’s eyes moved from the popsicle in his hand to his eyes.

“May I?”

“I wouldn’t be offerin’ otherwise, would I?”

 

A tired laugh escaped Lucifer, leaning forward as Angel offered the popsicle to him. Teeth digging into it, Lucifer bit the top clean off, chewing the cold ice. They watched him choke for a moment, before swallowing.

“Is- is there alcohol in this?”

“Yeah, Whiskers made’em. Good, right?”

“It is, I just wasn’t expecting it. Just how much vodka’s in this?”

“Just enough for it to still freeze.” Husk sat down on Lucifer’s other side, holding out a popsicle of his own to Lucifer. “Nothing beats cold booze when it’s this hot out.”

Lucifer hummed in agreement, taking a bite of his popsicle. He could feel it melt on his tongue before he started to chew.

 

His eyes drifted past the patio’s railing keeping them from falling over the edge of the cliff to the beach below. He’d dragged Husk and Angel with him to the summer house he shared with the other Sins, only to be called away on an impromptu meeting at Heaven’s embassy almost as soon as they got there. He’d lost more than half a day of their company.

In a minute he planned on dragging the two of them down to the beach, where the sea was bound to make him want to sit in front of the fireplace despite the heat afterwards.

He raised himself up, feeling the breeze cool his sweaty skin as he hopped up to sit on top of the railing. He watched Angel fetch himself another popsicle, could hear Husk complain that they’d run out of them before long if he kept eating so many of them. Angel just picked up a second one in another hand in response, laughing as Husk rolled his eyes at him.

 

He took another bite out of his popsicle, feeling the way the vodka burned as it went down his throat, mixing with the sweetness of the lemonade. Husk was right, nothing beat this, especially after the mindnumbingly boring meeting he’d just come from.

A smile spread across his face as he watched them, eyes softening. He was so glad he was finally back.

He wouldn’t let any other meetings get in the way of their vacation now.

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