The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had seriously considered the option of not taking the piano tonight - do something lighter, maybe with a bit more pop. But Seivarden did appreciate it when he played, and he was easily enabled.

So: back at the piano tonight, with a spotlight shining on it.

Still, it did feel like a perfect night for something more contemporary, so Sia it was.

Welcome to the Devil's Nest. There was a small smattering of tourists, there were cocktails on the specials board, and the Devil was at the piano.

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden did appreciate Lucifer playing, and would have been disappointed if he hadn't. She stopped by the bar, ordered a whiskey, then walked over to the piano. Leaning against it, she waited until between songs, then placed a small purple anemone in front of Lucifer.

"I got the impression you didn't get enough flowers and I do own a flower shop."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked up - and beamed at her. "Why thank you," he said. "And not an obvious choice, either."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Now, I do have taste," Seivarden said, taking a sip of whiskey.

[my_own_advocate]

"And in abundance," Lucifer said, taking the flower and tucking it in with his pocket square.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I shouldn't keep you from playing though," she said, without showing any intention to leave.

[my_own_advocate]

"I won't stop you from taking a seat at the piano," Lucifer teased.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Only in private," Seivarden said. "So, what are you going to play for me?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, tonight is a pop night," Lucifer mused. "Contemporary..."

He tapped a few keys, thinking.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden smiled, watching Lucifer's hands as he played, taking a sip from her drink.

[betterthanaplan]

Rosa drank at Caritas on Tuesdays, which meant if Duke wanted to get his drink on on the island somewhere other than his own boat, The Devil's Nest was it. Even if the whole "piano lounge" vibe it had now wasn't quite his usual scene.

(Seriously, how did Fandom have two bars within a block of each other with neither of them being a seedy blue-collar hole in the wall? It was absurd.)

Still, the alcohol was excellent, and there were usually pretty people around, and Lucifer was an excellent piano player. So.

"Don't know that one," he said. "Must be new."

'New' in this case meaning 'anything written in the last eleven years'. Duke had not tried very hard to catch up to living in the future musically.

[my_own_advocate]

"2016, so only a babe of about four years old," Lucifer called merrily, finishing off that song with a flourish. "Good evening, Duke."

[betterthanaplan]

"Lucifer." Duke lifted his drink in greeting. "Been a little while. How's it going?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, it's not quite as bustling as it was at New Years' Eve, but I don't think we have anything to complain about."

Sorry about the lack of the hole-in-the-wall aesthetic, Duke, but glitz was kind of his style.

He stepped away from the piano and let the speakers take over for the moment. Tiny pressed a glass of whiskey in his hand, and he strode over to Duke. "We've missed you around here."

[betterthanaplan]

"Have you now. I'll have to stop in more often." He tilted his head and sipped his drink. "Suppose someone's got to bring in the more casual vibe."

He still wasn't sure what had ultimately happened to his velvet jacket. It'd probably gone home around some drunken club girl's shoulders.

[my_own_advocate]

"You do look dressed for a bar with a few more nautical trinkets," Lucifer mused, grinning. "But I'm sure we can make it work."

[betterthanaplan]

"Maybe a few. Every bar could use a harpoon or two." They were decorative and functional! "So what have you been up to? Still enjoying your vacation?"

[my_own_advocate]

"As long as I take frequent trips to actual civilization, it's suiting me just fine," Lucifer said, and took a swig from his drink. "I hear I missed some kind of bizarre volcano situation while I was in New York."

[texted3times]

"So who's your new friend?" Eric asked, gesturing at Seivarden.

He wasn't jealous.

...Really.

Shut up.

[my_own_advocate]

"Who, Seivarden?" Lucifer said, raising an amused, questioning eyebrow.

Did you have a crush, Eric? Because that would be hilarious.

"She's a friend. And a frequent patron."

[texted3times]

"I like the frequent patron part, provided she's paying for her own drinks," Eric said.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes," he said. "She's got discerning taste, I'm sure it won't hurt your bottom line."

Did he look at Eric's ass at the 'bottom' part? Duh.

[texted3times]

Eric smirked at him. "I see what you did there."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, obviously, I wasn't being subtle here," Lucifer said, taking a sip of his drink. "And I am intimately familiar with it."

[texted3times]

"Well, yes," Eric said. "It's practically a work of art, really."

[my_own_advocate]

"So don't whine about any of my other friends," Lucifer said brightly. "If it's getting lonely, we can work something out."