The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Last week, Lucifer might have been diverted from opening up the club. He would not be stopped this time!

... Nobody tried, so that made it easy. Though as he sat down behind the piano, he felt a tad wistful. It had only been a few years ago that Maze would've likely sat on the piano and mocked him with her bored drawl.

Now it was just another ghost of Los Angeles clinging to him. He sighed, stretched his fingers over the keys, and played the opening notes of a pop tune that he hadn't been able to get out of his head.

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[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden wasn't going to sit on the piano, and she probably wouldn't mock Lucifer. Instead she brought him a drink, along with one of her own.

"No bar fights tonight?"

[my_own_advocate]

"No, sadly," Lucifer sighed. "That was enervating, wasn't it?"

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh, I haven't been in a bar fight in years," Seivarden said. "It was a nice change, but I'm glad you're not running that kind of place."

She didn't pay much attention to Eric.

[my_own_advocate]

"I mean, it isn't great for business," Lucifer allowed. "Much better to have your bar fights at other people's less reputable establishments."

[1000yearstoolate]

"You probably don't want the clientele who likes barfights regularly," Seivarden said, leaning against the piano. "Oh, did I tell you? I'm moving into the apartment above the flower shop."

She looked sincerely happy about this.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're finally leaving the god-awful basement you don't want to show me?" Lucifer said, also looking genuinely delighted. "Excellent."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I might even have a home I can invite people to," Seivarden said. "I'm going to have to ask Amaya to fix a few things, but she always likes a new project."

She paused.

"I might invite you."

[my_own_advocate]

"You mean you won't be barely repressing your shame for the place as you dodge any inquiries about your home?" Lucifer said, amused.

[1000yearstoolate]

"I haven't dodged any inquiries," Seivarden said, taking a sip from her drink. "I've told you it's a terrible place and the only thing I could find when I first arrived."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, yes, and it's so squalid you don't want me to see it," Lucifer waved off. "Who's your interior decorator for the new place? Please don't say it's the buxom blacksmith."

[1000yearstoolate]

"No, I'm doing the decorating myself," Seivarden said, a little defensive. "The buxom blacksmith is doing the practical work."

There was no way Amaya was going to turn a project down.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right, all right," Lucifer said, holding his hands up placatingly. "Just let me know if you need to use any of my contacts."

[1000yearstoolate]

After a pause, Seivarden said: "I might take you up on that."

Then, a moment later: "If you really want to I suppose you could see the basement flat before I move out. If you don't mind the cat."

[okteiviakom]

Oblivious to what had happened to Duke since she'd seen him this morning, Octavia showed up at the Devil's Nest for their very important Devil-related business just like they'd agreed.

She wasn't in a piano-approaching mood tonight (in part because she didn't want to talk right by a microphone), but she did give Lucifer a little wave as she parked herself by the bar.

She was... a little bit surprised Duke wasn't already here, yeah.

[my_own_advocate]

If Lucifer ever learned about getting (philosophically!) cock-blocked by the police, he'd boycott the fine state of Hawaii out of spite for at least a few months.

He finished his song - it was the end of this set anyway - and pulled upright and away from the piano, making his way towards Octavia with easy grace. "If it isn't my favorite human brawler," he greeted.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed a tiny snort, though something about her seemed just a little distracted.

(It was the little sideways look that scanned the club.)

"I'm the favorite?" she rasped. "Must've done something right."

[my_own_advocate]

"You do have a mean right hook I deeply admire," Lucifer said, grinning broadly. "Has Tiny gotten your order yet?"

[okteiviakom]

"He has."

It was some deeply ridiculous brandy-based cocktail with a few too many steps. Tiny was probably regretting having brought it to her attention in the first place.

"Seemed like that kind of night."

[my_own_advocate]

"I would like to think it's always that kind of night at my club," Lucifer said, raising his drink at her before he took a sip from it. "How has the past week treated you?"

[okteiviakom]

"It's been fine," Octavia said. "Pretty great, today."

Even though her focus on her target practice in the woods had been... not as bad as during the pollen, but still pretty trash.

Too bad a wholly different kind of distraction was trying to settle in, now.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smirked. "Has it, now?"

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, Duke and I had a thing we wanted to talk to you about." God, she wanted to at least try and sound sultry when she said that, but she looked around as she did, and a light frown was already breaking through.

Because: "Have you seen him? He was supposed to meet up with me here."

[my_own_advocate]

"No, he hasn't been in yet," Lucifer said. "Wouldn't be the first time he missed Tuesdays. I blame yoga."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shot him a mildly exasperated look, digging her phone out. "This isn't just a Tuesday."

[my_own_advocate]

"Is there some kind of local holiday that I've missed?" Lucifer asked, tilting his head quizically.