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. ]]