fandomtownies | Devil's Nest, Thursday, September 26, 2019

Entry tags:

Devil's Nest, Thursday, September 26, 2019

Tiny was behind the bar. The DJ was playing Lizzo and Lil Nas X and making Eric feel every year of his millennia years old, and he'd put Lucifer's piano in a corner (but then he'd also added a spotlight. And a microphone. And also shut up.)

There was a sign on the door tonight:

THE MONSTERS' RELATIVES SHOW UP TOMORROW.
WE'RE FULLY STOCKED AND HAVE SHARP WEAPONS.

Eric knew his demographic.

The Devil's Nest was open!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Eric doesn't get you anything. Duh.

Shunsui had an insane amount of roses, and a mission to find as many beautiful women as he could find to hand them to, and so he figured the bars might not be a bad place to at least stop in to up his chances. He still hadn't made it back to the Devil's Nest yet, anyway; he was perhaps still a little too put out by the fact that he doubted the Pantsless Wonder would still be serving up drinks.

Ah. But if only she was ♥!

The night was still young, though, perhaps something would eventually help soothe the pain of such a tragic loss.

Although, as long as he got rid of someone of these roses, he'd be happy. He wouldn't be staying too long, though, as he still had other plans for even more of those roses later.

Edited 2019-09-26 21:08 (UTC)

Huzzah!

If you play Chopsticks, Eric will throw you out on your ear and/or eat you.

One day, Lucifer would get Eric to get him something.

As for today? He'd settle for sitting down behind the piano.

Still not playing Chopsticks, no.

Edited 2019-09-26 18:35 (UTC)

"I'm not going to pay you just because you show up all the time," Eric told him.

"I am insufferably more wealthy than you," Lucifer said, without looking up. "Don't insult me."

"How much was that contract with Trump, anyway?" Eric teased.

"Oh, please, I am not responsible for that thing," Lucifer said irritably. "Humans did that entirely to themselves."

Eric snorted. "Idiots."

"Says the vampire," Lucifer said, returning his attention to the piano. "What have your lot been up to the past six thousand years? Nothing worth writing home about."

Eric shrugged. "Not getting staked or stuck outside to face the dawn is pretty much as much as we aimed for. We've only been out of the coffin in my reality for a few years."

"'Out of the coffin'," Lucifer echoed. "How cute."

"We vampires love a good pun," Eric said.

"I'd hesitate to call that a good pun," Lucifer sighed. "A bit morbid and appropriative, my therapist would say."

"That's what makes it good," putting the extremely good whiskey that Tiny had brought over unbidden just out of Lucifer's reach.

It was fun to be petty.

"I've heard better," Lucifer said, sighing. "Puns are better when at least one party isn't in the know, anyway."

He shot the drink a very pointed look.

Eric gave him an innocent (or what he thought of as innocent. He didn't have much practice) look. "Yes?"

"Tiny," Lucifer said, ignoring him, and snapped his fingers.

Funny, how that drink suddenly moved back within his grasp!

He grasped it.

"That was completely unnecessary," Eric said, frowning. "Tiny, you're fired."

"You're not fired, Tiny," Lucifer said pleasantly. "He hasn't eaten you in all this time, I doubt he can find better help."

Compliment the music if you want to make him look especially annoyed.

Almost the weekend!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Devil's Nest, Thursday, September 26, 2019

Mod Your Drinks!

Re: Mod Your Drinks!

Axes!

Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Re: Piano!

Talk to Eric!

OOC