The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

There were new people on the island, allegedly. Lucifer had Tiny put a sign outside promising first cocktail on the house for newcomers and then settled behind the piano.

Well, and after moving a potted plant to sit in the axe range. The range still thoroughly messed with the aesthetics of the place, in his estimation.

But then he sat down, dressed to the nines in a dark purple suit, and, well. It felt like a Metallica kind of evening.

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[fates_jaye]

It had been a really, really long time since Jaye had been in here, and Caritas was much more her place.

But...

"Free drink?"

She made like no money now. Free drinks were a plus.

[my_own_advocate]

"Free cocktail," Lucifer specified, "If you want a free Budweiser, you can go to the other drinking establishment in town."

[fates_jaye]

"And if I want a Budweiser cocktail?"

Because now she did, on principle.

[my_own_advocate]

"We don't stock Budweiser," said Lucifer, smirking at her, "But I respect you for trying."

[fates_jaye]

"Then what do you stock?" she asked. "Is it all IPAs?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "I don't want my entire clientele to be made up of bearded lads with man buns," he said, "Though we do have some IPAs, which again, are not a cocktail."

[fates_jaye]

"Though it is really easy to make it into a cocktail."

Honestly he'd brought this on himself.

[my_own_advocate]

"Then name the cocktail," Lucifer said lightly, taking a sip from his own glass of scotch. "I'm hardly stopping you from ordering one."

[fates_jaye]

"Irish car bomb," she said. It was easy.

[betterthanaplan]

The music was very nice, but it was doing nothing for Duke's growing unease as he checked his phone for the umpteenth time that evening to see if Octavia had responded to his goat texts yet.

She had not.

He wasn't worried. She was out on the preserve with her brother. She was probably just having a good time. There was no reason for him to be worried yet.

She just usually at least read his texts when he sent them. . . .

[my_own_advocate]

Eventually, the music stopped, and Lucifer slid away from the piano to find Duke.

"I thought you were well past the 'waiting for the girl to call you back' stage of your relationship."

[betterthanaplan]

"I have never had to wait for a girl to call me back," Duke said, tucking his phone away. ". . . I'm waiting on a text."

That made all the difference. Really.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's just the 2008 version of waiting for a girl to call you back," Lucifer sighed. "Can I at least get Tiny to get you a fresh drink?"

[betterthanaplan]

"I almost never turn down a drink," Duke said with a smile. Because he wasn't worried. He wasn't. Please ignore the anxious drumming of his fingers on the bar. "How's it going, man?"

[my_own_advocate]

"New school... year? Semester? I don't know how these things work," Lucifer said, "New people to sell drinks to, if I can tempt them into this bar. Could be worse."

He motioned for Tiny. "Now why are you nearly pitching into your phone?"

[betterthanaplan]

"I'm not --" Duke gave up with a groan. "Octavia's not answering my texts. Or even reading them, apparently. She's out on a trip in the preserve with her brother, it's not like I don't know where she is, I just -- thought -- she would reply by now." He pressed his face into his hands. "I'm pathetic, aren't I."

[my_own_advocate]

"Just get him his usual, Tiny," Lucifer called.

He dropped his hand to Duke's shoulder for a reassuring pat. "Yes," he said. "She's gone camping. Stands to reason she has no signal, because camping is terrible."

[ohvalleyofpenis]

Lucifer, you had him at free drinks! Drink. But hey, maybe he could get more out of that.

So, lute still firmly attached to his side, he ambled on in to get that drink. "Oh, this is much nicer than most taverns I've been to."

Blame Geralt. He certainly would!

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course it is," Lucifer called from the piano. "I daresay it's nicer than most taverns, bars and general drinking holes all together."

[ohvalleyofpenis]

"I am certainly impressed," Jaskier assured him, gesturing broadly at the bar as a whole to illustrate the point.

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you new?" Lucifer asked, and only then bothered to swing his legs over the bench to get a look. "Well, definitely to this place."

[ohvalleyofpenis]

"Well, the last time I was here, I was very unfortunately the victim of a kidnapping by a goat-like fellow," Jaskier replied. "After which, I did not plan to return. But here we here."

What could you do?

Drink. You could drink a lot. Please let him drink a lot.

[my_own_advocate]

"Please tell me it wasn't a Satanist," Lucifer sighed. "I have no idea how the whole goat thing got started, but it had nothing to do with me."

He slid off the bench, taking his drink with him as he walked towards Jaskier. Smirkily.

[ohvalleyofpenis]

"Krampus? Krampus," Jaskier settled on. "That was it. Very upsetting. Stale biscuits for food. Would not be captured by again."

Did not react well to seduction.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ugh, right, the Germans," Lucifer sighed. "So, tell me, what can I get Tiny to get you, newbie?"