Caritas- Tuesday

[throughaphase]

Kitty was here.

Tino was also here. Though you'd be forgiven if you didn't see him, bundled under his many layers and heavy parka. She thought he was being a little ridiculous, but that was Tino for you.

Though after the second time he broke a glass because he couldn't hold it in his mittens, she did finally snap, "If you want the heat turned up, just say so!"


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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday

[my_own_advocate]

"It is weeks like this," Lucifer told Tiny, "That I miss LA."

He ignored the expectant eyes fixed on him.

"Or the Bahamas," he mused, lifting his drink. "Perhaps we could go to the Bahamas. No, not you, Tiny," he added, "Me. And Duke. And Octavia."

And-- he eyed the piano. For a moment, just a hint of a second, he was struck by an... insane urge. A desire. A--

"I am not playing Margaritaville on the bloody piano," he said, and then, "Oh no, Duke really is getting to me," and then, "Tiny! Bring me a scotch!"

He tossed aside his cocktail in disgust.

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