Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

It had been over a week since anyone had actually seen Octavia. In that time, Lucifer had done up entirely too much restless energy, some that even sex with a set of lovely baristas on the mainland hadn't managed to settle.

So he was back in the club on his regular Tuesday night, a glass of scotch resting on the piano.

No microphone tonight. Just a lot of audible venting through the piano.

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[1000yearstoolate]

"Not very cheerful music," Seivarden noted, leaning against the piano. She offered Lucifer a drink that she had picked up by the bar, carrying one for herself in the other hand.

[my_own_advocate]

"Probably because I'm not feeling cheerful," Lucifer said, reaching to pluck the drink from her hands. "Thank you."

[1000yearstoolate]

"Thought you might not be," Seivarden said, taking a sip. "Anything that would cheer you up?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Not unless you happen to have hidden a broody loner with strong opinions and a large sword somewhere in your pockets," Lucifer sighed.

[1000yearstoolate]

"If I had I'm sure both of us would prefer she went somewhere else."

She smiled, just a little. "She's still gone, then. I ran into Duke the other day."

[my_own_advocate]

"Last I heard," Lucifer agreed. "I got rather tired of running about the woods. She's clearly not there."

[1000yearstoolate]

"You went running about in the woods?"

Seivarden sipped her drink while she was trying to picture that.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, which was hell on my suit before they finished shipping me the proper clothes for it," Lucifer muttered. "Look, I just got used to Octavia brooding about, I don't want the fuss of getting used to her not brooding about."

[1000yearstoolate]

"I suppose I got used to her not talking to me and questioning the importance of tea," Seivarden said, without sarcasm.

[my_own_advocate]

"That does sound like her," Lucifer allowed, downing a healthy gulp of his drink.

[1000yearstoolate]

"It must be some strange island thing," Seivarden said. "Or some multiverse thing. If she left her sword behind, I mean."

The one that Duke had mentioned she kept in her bed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, that's what I'm worried about," Lucifer said, sounding frustrated more than anything. "Not only is the club severly lacking in ambiance without her, but now Duke is moping all over the place."

[1000yearstoolate]

"He even snapped at me," Seivarden said. "Then apologized, but still. I'd say he needs to be cheered up, but considering..." She gestured with her hand. "Well, it might be hard."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke showed up very late, looking faintly hungover and even more disheveled than usual.

"Pour me the strongest goddamn thing you've got," he said to Tiny. "I want to be able to mistake it for rubbing alcohol."

He'd had a very long day.

[my_own_advocate]

Tiny swept off to find the cheap vodka. Lucifer eyed Duke from the piano, but well: he was mid-song. He could get to the bar in a moment or so.

Either way, that vodka got slapped down in front of Duke real fast.

[betterthanaplan]

And tossed down Duke's throat nearly as quickly.

He let out a gagging cough after swallowing, and set the glass firmly back down on the bar.

"Perfect," he choked out. "Thanks."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled away from the piano a few moments later and moved to the bar, half-empty drink in hand.

"I didn't realize we'd hit anti-freeze emergency yet," he commented.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke looked at Lucifer sideways and huffed silently.

"Yeah, well. Spent some time tonight tied to a cop. Maybe if I drink enough I'll forget all about it by morning."

[my_own_advocate]

"Not a fun cop, by the sounds of it," Lucifer said, gesturing at Tiny to fill up Duke's glass again.

[betterthanaplan]

"A Dan." To use Lucifer's own terms for irritating goody-two-shoes detectives.

[my_own_advocate]

Really, to be a Dan also involved being a doof still occasionally prone to fits of corruption, but ehn, he wasn't going to argue the details of the Dan subclass of cops.

"Right, make it a double," he told Tiny, and settled at the bar. "I am so sorry."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke smirked tiredly. "Knew I could count on you, buddy."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed.

"Right," he said. "I don't know what happened, but you clearly need a break from--" He waved his glass at Duke.

Maybe just to indicate the tired moping... everything.

[betterthanaplan]

"Life? Because -- yeah. I really kinda could."

He was mortified now as well as miserable. He'd nearly gotten taken in by a cult.

[my_own_advocate]

"How do you feel about Ibiza?" Lucifer said, "Because unless you have any outstanding warrants, we could easily do Ibiza."