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fandomtownies2020-02-18 06:51 am
my_own_advocate) wrote in fandomtownies2020-02-18 06:51 am
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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night
Ah, to spend a full Sunday in a major metropolis surrounded by pretty people. And then to spend a full Monday sleeping off the pollen and living off of delivery Thai. There were certainly worse ways to spend a few days and work off a minor breakdown.
But now it was Tuesday, and clubs needed to be opened. (Okay, they didn't necessarily need to be opened, but he was there opening them anyway.)
The atmosphere at the Devil's Nest was appropriately relaxed, with Lucifer alternating between playing upbeat tunes at the piano and sipping red wine at the bar. It felt like a red wine kind of evening - you know, pleasantly soused.
The Devil's Nest was open.
But now it was Tuesday, and clubs needed to be opened. (Okay, they didn't necessarily need to be opened, but he was there opening them anyway.)
The atmosphere at the Devil's Nest was appropriately relaxed, with Lucifer alternating between playing upbeat tunes at the piano and sipping red wine at the bar. It felt like a red wine kind of evening - you know, pleasantly soused.
The Devil's Nest was open.