The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Some days, you woke up and you found yourself in a certain kind of mood...

... which was entirely why Lucifer was behind the piano on Tuesday night, really hamming his way through some Bowie classics. Loud voice ringing through the club, a grin on his face and a flourish on the keys.

Not a bad night for the stray audience of mainlanders and islandfolk in tonight.

[[ open after the ocd ]]

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Have a Drink

[my_own_advocate]

You're here for a reason, after all.

Re: Have a Drink

[sith_said]

Ah, well, there was no denying that there was a different sort of ambiance about this place, now was there?

Cait watched the crowd from a barstool, not caring that as a stuffed cat, he was a <>bit out of place.

Really, if he cared about that he'd never go anywhere!

Listen to the Music

[my_own_advocate]

Who doesn't like Bowie, really?

Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

When he's on one of his breaks. Or bug him at the piano, if that's more your style.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden liked bugging Lucifer at the piano, for very selfish reasons. She waited by the bar until he had finished the song he was playing, then brought a whiskey over to him, along oner for herself.

"I think someone is trying to compete with you," she said with a grin.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh? Which unfortunate being is that?" Lucifer asked, looking up with an easy grin.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[1000yearstoolate]

"You don't listen to the radio, do you?"

Seivarden took a sip from her drink.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Not often, why?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[1000yearstoolate]

"Kitty announced a whisky tasting at Caritas on radio," Seivarden clarified.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah. I see she's taking my advice," Lucifer said, sounding amused.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[1000yearstoolate]

"You suggested it?" Seivarden didn't sound that surprised.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"She came to me, complaining that I was stealing her clientele and I should 'move my shift to another night'," Lucifer said, rolling his eyes. "As if it's my fault that she's been slacking. So I suggested she change her approach, instead. Or give up."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden paused, took a long sip of her drink, then paused again.

"You're aware of the reason, right?" Then added with a smirk, leaning forward a bit. "Apart from you playing the piano, of course."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[sith_said]

Look, it was about time that Cait checked out the other bar in town…

"Lucy!" he said, with genuine delight. "Weel dain, cheil! Ah didne ken ye played!"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"If it isn't Catsit!" Lucifer enthused, raising a glass. "I have for quite a while, actually. What can Tiny get you?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[sith_said]

"An' ye gab abit mah usage ay Tino!" he said, laughing. "Make heem figure it it then; ah tak' nae responsibility fur it!"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm the entertainment," Lucifer said, and an owner, not that he was going to point that out within Eric's earshot, "and the host. Tiny's here for the drinks."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[sith_said]

"Sae whit yoo're sayin' is 'at yoo're basically a zombie?" Cait asked, amused.

Cait.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Please," Lucifer said, rolling his eyes. "I should have you thrown out for insulting me like that."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[sith_said]

"Dornt be sae toochy! They're nae bad—they've e'en got a CD ay their graphite loons it! Can ye boest 'at?"

Cait.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm billions of years old, I own two clubs, and I inspired many of the world's greatest entertainers," Lucifer said. "And I am certainly more attractive than a bunch of bloody zombies."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[sith_said]

Cait tilted his head slightly, crown going slightly askew as he considered that.

"An' yit ye dornt hae a record deal is whit yoo're sayin'?"

Because that was now, clearly, the only part that mattered.

Office in Back

[my_own_advocate]

Hello, Eric!

Re: Office in Back

[texted3times]

Eric had put a neat sign on his desk: "Gone to Shreveport for Mardi Gras. Laissez les bons temps rouler."

The picture attached to the sign--Eric in nothing but beads and hot pink booty shorts--was decidedly less professional.

OOC

[my_own_advocate]