The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It was tempting to stay with his partners for at least another full week, but Lucifer had to admit he had also missed the Nest. (Not Eric. Not Tiny. But the Nest.)

So in the end, he swanned into the club on Tuesday night like he'd never been gone in the first place. "I'll have a scotch by the piano," he informed Tiny.

Then spent fifteen minutes figuring out where the piano was and dragging it back to the stage. "Right." And then sitting down behind the piano, putting his fingers down, and-- Nothing Else Matters? Yes. Why not?

"So close, no matter how far..."

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The Park, Tuesday Morning

[ifwebeworthy]

Don had woken up this morning mildly hungover, with his bad leg making it known that he had been standing for nearly eleven hours in surgery yesterday. He had considered rolling over and going back to sleep, or making Thor deal with the inconveniences of corporeality, and then he had instead dragged himself out of bed and made himself go for a stupid little walk for his stupid little mental and physical health.

One of the Starbucks gremlins had run up to him on his way out the door with a coffee cup almost as big as it was. Don had accepted it, which was probably a bad idea, but it didn't taste of hallucinogens.

It tasted of apples.

"I don't know why this seems to be a thing," he grumbled as he sat on a park bench, drinking his apple coffee.

Do you not? Thor asked. He sounded amused. It wasn't cute.

"I'm a surgeon. I take my coffee black, for optimal caffeination."

There is nothing wrong with a latte every now and then.

"This is a macchiato."

My mistake.

(Open park is open!)