"Thank you for waiting!"
"Uh-huh. Sure, human."
Lucifer reached across the counter and prepared to take a cup of something from a young woman.
He was surprised to find a piece of paper attached to the side of the cup.
A set of numbers appeared to be written on it.
Lucifer looked down at the woman again.
She blushed slightly underneath his gaze and pointed behind him.
"That's, uh... for your friend. The one with the tattoos."
Lucifer looked over his shoulder at Abaddon and Shiva, who were both glaring at him from a bench in the middle of a mall.
"...More like my cousin, but I'll tell him you're interested."
The counter girl looked the dark lord up and down.
Lucifer looked down at himself, too, before realizing where the issue lay.
"Oh, I've got that, umm... that thing that Michael Jackson had."
"...You mean vitaligo?"
"Yep."
"You don't really look like it."
"What do you know, you serve pretzel nuggets for eight bucks an hour."
