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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

After Lucifer hired a miniature version of Wilson the night before, Mazikeen voiced her displeasure at the decision by staying the upstairs apartment instead of working her shift. She was still there, ~~sulking~~ ~~pouting~~ brooding in a manner becoming of a Lilim.

That meant Lucifer was bartending again.

He could hardly contain his joy.

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The remains of the umbrella massacre from the night before were being burned slowly. It was definitely putting Lucifer in a better mood.

A certain nun needed a drink, and she went with the place that was likely to have a rendevous with either a certain gun-hording masked enigma or his pretty blonde hetro(?)lifemate. And got a different pretty blonde instead.

"Lucifer!" Rosette called out cheerfully as she took a seat at the bar. "You're serving drinks tonight?" She seemed all too happy about that idea. And also pretty sure she wasn't going to drink anything mixed for fear of what might be mixed into it.

Perhaps the masked enigma and his pretty blonde 'roommate' were busy tonight.

"So it would seem, Sister Rosette," Lucifer replied.

"I'll take something in a bottle, then," Rosette grinned as she leaned forward on the bar. "And I'll open it myself, thank you."

"Don't trust me?" Lucifer looked hurt, or at least tried to look hurt. It wasn't a good look for him.

And not at all convincing. Rosette grinned. "No," she said. "Or Him." She pointed up toward the ceiling. "So I'm not taking any chances."

Lucifer considered that for a moment. "Fair enough." He gave her an unopened bottle of beer, keeping it to himself that a bottle top really wouldn't stop him if he wanted to put something in it.

"Thank you, sir!" Rosette said with exaggerated formallity, then fished the little tool John had given her to pry the top off. The concept of a twist-off top would never occur to her.

It did occur to Lucifer, who watched with amusement as the nun used her unusual little tool on the twist top.

Which didn't exactly work. Rosette held the bottle of beer between her legs to hold it in place as she gritted her teeth together trying to get the lid off. "...the hell?" she muttered before proclaiming, "I'm not drunk enough for this yet!"

"Having trouble?" Lucifer asked, concern coloring his voice.

"No!" Rosette said insistently, trying even harder.

Lucifer leaned forward, elbow on the bar, chin in hand and watched the nun's display. "Are you certain?"

"Yes!" Rosette said through clenched teeth.

And then she lost her grip on the tool, and her hand, tight from being wrapped around the tool, went flying straight into her nose.

"Owwwww!!" Rosette let out a whimper, dropping the tool to the floor as her eyes flit to her face. The beer was safe, though, tightly clenched between her thighs. "Son of a....God damn, that hurt!"

If Lucifer had been anyone else, he would have been snickering. Instead, he just settled for a small smirk. "Would you mind a bit of advice then?"

Rosette was still whimpering as she rubbed her nose. "What?" she said, with a pitiful whine.

"Try twisting the top."

"Twisting the top?" And this was Rosette giving Lucifer a look that was still half-injured, but most skeptical.

Lucifer nodded silently.

Rosette sighed, but she gave it a very doubtful try.

And the top came right off.

She stared at it incredulously.

"What the hell?"

"There," Lucifer said, still smirking. "Isn't that better?"

Rosette turned toward him with narrowed eyes and wondered, for a brief moment, what the consequences of flipping a bottlecap at the devil would be. She sucked in a deep breath.

"You could have told me, you know."

It would all depend on whether or not she hit him.

"I did."

"Eventually, yes." Rosette just set the cap on the bar and took a long sip of the beer. It wasn't nearly good enough to make it worth all that trouble. "I meant sooner."

"Perhaps I assumed that you knew how to open it."

"Where I come from, beer bottles don't just twist off..."

Rosette paused for a moment, looking a little thoughtful. "Actually, where I come from, we don't have beer bottles, so I guess the point is moot, but we do have soda bottles, and they don't twist."

No fires over there, but there were pool tables.

If you danced fast enough, maybe a fire would start.

The roof? The roof? The roof is on fire?

We don't need no water...

...and I just wanted to use this icon.

My eyes! Dear god, my eyes!

*hides from the icon*

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The Lounge

The Dance Floor

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