The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Sometimes you were the consumate host. Sometimes you were the piano player. Sometimes, you'd been at a party that ran too late and there were pillow forts everywhere and, okay, one could find Lucifer in a fort not too far from the piano, just out of sight.

Napping.

He'd be awake any minute now to resume his hostly duties. Honest.

[[ open. i'm tired. ]]

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[1000yearstoolate]

"So, was last night busy?"

Seivarden grinned as she crouched beside the pillow fort.

[my_own_advocate]

"Last night? Talk about this morning," Lucifer mumbled. "What time is it?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"It's Tuesday night," Seivarden said, deciding to specify the day. "You're at Devil's Nest. In case that needed specifying too.

[my_own_advocate]

"I know it's Tuesday, I just need to know what time," Lucifer said, crabbily, as he sat up. "--oooh, I'm still buzzed. Can't be that late."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Or you took a lot of whatever it was," Seivarden said, sitting down next to the fort. Still grinning, she added: "Does this mean you want an early night?"

She assumed not.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shot her a wounded look. "I just woke up."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Just asking. Are you going to stay there?"

Seivarden was going to tease you for sleeping in a pillow fort at work, Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said irritably, "But I could stay here if I wanted to."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Of course, but that wasn't what I asked."

She still looked cheerful.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer groaned as he pushed up to his feet. "I made that work," he informed her.

[1000yearstoolate]

"You did. Not that it's my bar, but you look like you need a drink."

She got to her feet too.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "Do get Tiny to bring me a martini, will you?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"A martini coming up."

Seivarden leaned in to kiss him before heading towards the bar.

[my_own_advocate]

"Better," Lucifer called after her, and took a moment to get his suit back in some kind of shape.

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden returned with a martini and a glass of champagne for herself.

"So, tell me all about it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I'm fairly certain it started on Monday morning," Lucifer mused, "When I decided to take a trip down the coast to this sex club I've been hearing about..."

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden sipped her drink.

"Good club?"

[my_own_advocate]

"For East Coast standards," Lucifer said. "Quite a bit of variety, both in activities and nudity."

[1000yearstoolate]

"So the ones on the West Coast are better? Anyway, glad to hear you have fun. You realize I'm going to tease you about find you here for a while, aren't you?"

As long as it was funny anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"Everything is better on the other coast," Lucifer said firmly. "And it's not really effective teasing if you announce it beforehand, is it?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Isn't it?"

Seivarden sipped her drink again.

"Anyway, I take it you didn't see the flower photos I posted on Instagram."

Or the cat ones.

[betterthanaplan]

"Suppose it was only a matter of time before the blankets hit this club," Duke said. He got a bourbon from the bar and went over to the piano, cracking his knuckles before taking a stab at it.

Chopsticks. He could drum and strum with the best of them, but he was not much of a pianist.

[my_own_advocate]

"Who said you could murder my piano?!"

Lucifer's voice sounded sleepy, but still somehow managed to be quite offended.

[betterthanaplan]

"Ah, you are here," Duke said, ceasing the noise. "I wasn't sure if the blanket forts had scared you off."

[my_own_advocate]

A distinctly more-rumpled-than-usual Lucifer stuck his head out from the blanket fort. "Step away from the piano."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke raised his hands, bourbon still held in the left, and slid off the bench. "Easy there," he said, smiling. "I'm unarmed."

[my_own_advocate]

"Nobody plays Chopsticks in my club," Lucifer said, sitting up, hair askew all over his face. "Well, Eric's club, technically."

[betterthanaplan]

"I am practically a regular here and I have yet to meet this mysterious Eric. As far as I'm concerned, it's your club."

[my_own_advocate]

"It is, isn't it," Lucifer said, righting himself. He adjusted his jacket - didn't make it look less rumpled, but at least it made him feel better. "Though if you want to catch him, I can recommend watching the shadows for something tall and growly."

[betterthanaplan]

"Tall and growly. I thought he was supposed to be a vampire? That sounds more werewolf-y to me."

Because he'd met so many of both.

[my_own_advocate]

"Prejudice much?" Lucifer said airily, swiping a martini from Tiny's hands. "Eric's a viking."

[betterthanaplan]

"Oh. Well. If he's a viking it all makes sense."

Duke didn't know any of those, either. Except maybe that cleaner guy that Gloria made them wait for last time he went home.

He was pretty sure that guy was actually Bigfoot, though.

[my_own_advocate]

"Pillaging, glaring, manners that were clearly imposed on him later in life," Lucifer said, waving vaguely. "Not sure whether I would recommend meeting him, actually."

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah, you've met one guy like that you've met them all," Duke said. "So how'd you end up in business with the guy, then?"

[my_own_advocate]

"He named his club the Devil's Nest," Lucifer said, shrugging. "I thought I'd come in and see what it was like. And what it was like was lacking."

[betterthanaplan]

"Oh, I don't know. It had axe throwing. You don't see that every day."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled a face. "Yes, because what people want when they visit a club is the risk of having their heads chopped off by a stray axe," he said.

[betterthanaplan]

“I’ve met at least a few people who would see that as a perk,” Duke said. “Honestly I’m mostly confused over the total lack of skeezy dive bar in this town. We have a port for fucksake.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Call me old-fashioned, but I prefer not to mix alcohol and sharp objects outside of certain contexts. Or if it's Maze. Or if it's funny," Lucifer said, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to make it look manageable. "And we do have a port. There's exactly one ship in it. I think we're rather lacking in skeezy dive bar clientele."

[betterthanaplan]

“You have no idea how weird having the only ship in the port is,” Duke said, shaking his head. He was tempted to re-muss Lucifer’s hair, but restrained himself. “If this place had a proper dive bar, maybe we’d get more ships.”

[my_own_advocate]

"And if this place had more ships, maybe a proper dive bar would appear," Lucifer said. "See how that works? Or rather, doesn't."