"Appointment?" It's official, Lucifer Morningstar is having a mental crisis and now she has stepped right in the middle of it. Shit. Ironically, this probably isn't the strangest thing she's walked into in her life. Something about it, while touching, also makes her feel a pang of sadness. When was the last time her and her dad were able to do something like this?

It's hard to imagine, she's worn her headphones to drown out the countless hours of arguments for so long that the silence is deafening. No music here, nothing for her to escape into when she starts to feel herself teetering on the edge of depression. Maybe that's why she lets him lead her, though she does look over her shoulder once or twice.

Should she be calling for help right now or should she selfishly enjoy the moment? She doesn't see Charlie there, but he seems so happy that she goes along with it, at least for the time being. The fact that she can still see her father with tears streaming down his face in her mind makes the choice an easy one.

"No. I don't like parties." Stiffly, she takes her seat and adjusts her hat. Everything within her wants to protest that she isn't a child. Just when it looks like she might leave it at that, she adds on: ".. I haven't had one since I was a child." She is still a child, but don't let her hear anyone say that.