The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

With all the humans on the mainland in a panic, Lucifer had decided to forgo marketing tonight's opening there. It meant the club was pretty quiet, an easy selection of music playing through the speakers from a playlist made some time ago.

Lucifer wasn't at the piano, this time. He'd be at the bar, nursing one glass of wine after another.

Not brooding. Honest.

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[1000yearstoolate]

"It's really quiet here," Seivarden said, smiling, trying to sneak up on Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

"There's apparently a bit of a thing going on on the mainland," Lucifer said lightly. "So tonight is islanders only."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh," Seivarden said. She ordered a whisky.

"You're not playing tonight?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Wasn't feeling in the mood for it," Lucifer said, tapping his fingers against the glass. He smiled at her, a little distracted. "Sorry to disappoint."

[1000yearstoolate]

"You're not disappointing me," Seivarden said, smiling back. "You never do. I was just curious."

She picked up the glass Tiny placed in front of her.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer turned to lean against the counter. "Perhaps the mood'll return," he said, though not entirely convincingly, and slid his fingers into his pocket. "And how are you this evening?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'm good," Seivarden said.

Did Lucifer seem a bit distracted?

"Although it hasn't been a very exciting day. It's good to see you though."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's been a horrifically dull day," Lucifer agreed. "Which is why I had been hoping on a bit more excitement walking through those doors."

He waved his empty glass at Tiny. "May I have another?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"I'll do my best to be exciting," Seivarden said with a laugh.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, tell me something exciting, then," Lucifer said, grinning.

[1000yearstoolate]

"Tell you?"

Seivarden grinned back.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, bringing his newly-filled glass up to his mouth, grinning. "Don't let me do the heavy lifting."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Not a lot of exciting things happening here that I could tell you about," Seivarden said. "I mean, I can mention a few suggestions about what to do later, but..."

She took a sip from her whiskey.

"There's a huge city on the planet of Xura, in a jungle, with glowing dragonflies where they throw the most amazing parties during the holidays. Or at least they used to."

[texted3times]

Eric sauntered in from the back and glanced at Lucifer's glass. "Do we need to reorder the scotch?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "A bit of variety never hurt anyone," he said. "I was actually thinking about switching to bourbon next."

[texted3times]

"I know some people in Kentucky," Eric offered. "I'm guessing you had enough rum on your vacation?"

Eric didn't want to smell a sticky mess of a spilled Hurricane for at least a year, either.

[my_own_advocate]

"And cocktails," Lucifer said pleasantly. "I would say you should have gone, but it might have been a bit too sunny for your tastes."

[texted3times]

Eric made a face. "I don't really get tans any more."

Except in weird dreams people had about him.

[my_own_advocate]

"No, you're more anemic chique," Lucifer agreed. "How was Mardi Gras?"

[texted3times]

"Loud and full of drunk, stupid people," Eric said. "We made a ton of money."

[my_own_advocate]

"Plenty of tourists, I imagine," Lucifer said wryly.

[texted3times]

"So many," Eric said. "Going to a vampire-run bar is still very edgy."

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't you ever get tired of that?" Lucifer asked.

[texted3times]

"Being a tourist attraction for humans?" Eric replied. "Of course."

[my_own_advocate]

"And yet, that's how you earn your keep," Lucifer said. "I think that's interesting."