The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had spent most of the past two days in Washington, DC, checking on old... friends and making several new ones. It had been a rather good trip, spinning the weekend's earlier Seivarden-related distractions into a good old repression spiral time.

And so Lucifer found himself back behind the ivories at the Devil's Nest, playing old classics. The upbeat type.

No one better start flinging axes around the club while he was in a good mood, mind you. There'd be annoyed glaring.

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[1000yearstoolate]

"You look like you're in a good mood," Seivarden said, leaning one arm on the piano while talking a sip from her drink.

"Anything fun happened?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, grinning sunnily up at her, "But that would take at least fifteen minutes to tell."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden grinned back. "So, busy and good."

She offered Lucifer a small, creamy pink rose. "A bit predictable perhaps but we just had a delivery of these and I liked them."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "At least it's not a predictable color," he said, tucking the flower into his breast pocket.

[1000yearstoolate]

"That's true."

She had actually considered red, but wasn't sure if that would be taken the wrong way.

"I wqnted to ask you something," she added, smiling.

[my_own_advocate]

"You so often do," Lucifer said, faintly amused. "Go ahead."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I have the impression that successful businesses are expected to have a social media presence," Seivarden said. "I haven't paid much attention to any of that, but now, with the flower shop..."

She preferred asking Lucifer to asking Summer.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, these days, a Facebook page doesn't quite have as much cachet as it used to," said Lucifer, happily latching onto a topic he knew much about. "Flowers don't loan themselves particularly well to videos, though it's certainly somewhere you can expand, and Twitter is a cesspool." Beat. "You need an Insta."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I have one," Seivarden said. "A private one. But mostly to look at Amaya's sword pictures."

She added:
"I might need some help."

[texted3times]

Eric held out his phone. "Smile for the TikTok," he said.

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you even know what a TikTok is?" Lucifer said, through a massive grin.

[texted3times]

"Not really, but I downloaded the app," Eric said. "I'm growing as a person."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's video," Lucifer explained to him. Condescendingly. While still grinning. "You put music over it. Not a picture."

[texted3times]

"Like Youtube, but shorter and not to One Direction?" Eric tried.

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you telling me you just plain missed Vine?" Lucifer demanded to know.

[texted3times]

"Repressed it," Eric said. "We kicked so many fucking idiots out of the club trying to start fights with vampires for the Vine."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, maybe your lot should have been making better Vines," Lucifer sighed. "But yes. Sort of like that."

[betterthanaplan]

"I'd say you're kicking it old school tonight, but I guess from your perspective it's probably not that old."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, but nobody likes me playing Mozart in a nightclub," Lucifer said, grinning wildly, "While this is lucrative nostalgia."

[betterthanaplan]

"Not Mozart maybe, but I bet some of those guys had some bangers." Duke shrugged. "How's it going, tonight?"

[my_own_advocate]

"'Rock me Amadeus'?" Lucifer mused, then discarded the thought. "Suppose I've already been there. But it is rather a nice night, isn't it? Even if this island continues to be disappointingly quiet in the evenings."

[betterthanaplan]

"We're all stuck making our own noise," Duke agreed. "It is. Kind of hard to believe it's supposed to be February."

[my_own_advocate]

"I just got back from DC," Lucifer shared. "It is definitely a fair bit louder. Admittedly, at least part of that is the current occupant of the White House, but..."

He played a quick riff on the piano, then pulled away from it entirely. He was due a break anyway. "What kind of noise have you been making?" he segued.

[betterthanaplan]

"Spent the weekend in space. Smuggling weapons and supplies for an anti-fascist rebellion. And getting very drunk on what I'm pretty sure was space!moonshine."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, now someone's making waves," Lucifer said, his eyes lighting up (and his grin along with it). "Were there a lot of daring escapes?"

Seivarden wanted him to talk to Duke about his issues. Lucifer vastly preferred exchanging tall tales instead.