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Lucifer Morningstar ([personal profile] my_own_advocate) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2020-05-19 11:39 am

Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

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: (leaning against wall)

[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thought you might not be," Seivarden said, taking a sip. "Anything that would cheer you up?"
1000yearstoolate: (slightly upwards)

[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 12:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"You went running about in the woods?"

Seivarden sipped her drink while she was trying to picture that.
1000yearstoolate: (leaning against wall)

[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 12:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suppose I got used to her not talking to me and questioning the importance of tea," Seivarden said, without sarcasm.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.
1000yearstoolate: (leaning against wall)

[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's one of the good places for partying, isn't it?" Seivarden said. "Sounds like a good plan."

She wasn't going to invite herself, but she looked like she wouldn't turn down an invitation.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sounds good," Seivarden said. "What do you plan to ask of them?"
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[personal profile] betterthanaplan 2020-05-19 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
betterthanaplan: (down the hatch)

[personal profile] betterthanaplan 2020-05-19 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
1000yearstoolate: (leaning against wall)

[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-05-19 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Wouldn't that letting them off easily?" Seivarden asked. "Not that good parties are bad, of course."

She was going to pretend she wasn't going to be hurt if she wasn't invited to join them.
betterthanaplan: (nursing a drink)

[personal profile] betterthanaplan 2020-05-19 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
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."

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