The Beach, Monday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Was Lucifer Morningstar actually awake on a Monday morning?

Yes, actually. The morning was supposed to be nice and sunny, the afternoon anything but, and if he couldn't go to LA, he'd just have to bring the LA to him.

Or, at the least, he'd brought a beach chair to the beach. Lucifer had now sprawled on said beach chair, aviator sunglasses and all, a Mai Thai in a tall glass resting in the sand beside him.

Occasionally he squinted up against the sun to eye his phone.

... he was browsing Tik Toks, what of it?

"Ah, pretending the cat's singing with a box on its head! That's quite clever!"

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[betterthanaplan]

"Beaches are getting crowded," Duke observed as he walked up. "Must be summer."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'd say sorry for claiming your spot," Lucifer said, waving vaguely at him with the non-phone-holding-hand, "But let's be honest, your sober yoga on the beach aesthetic works much better when it's overcast and moody."

[betterthanaplan]

"Is that your way of telling me I should do my yoga drunk?" Duke sat down on the sand and tilted his face into the sun. "I suppose I could take that under advisement."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's my way of telling you the sun's out and that means the beach is for tanning," Lucifer told him. "But thankfully, you appear to have already gotten that memo."

[betterthanaplan]

"You know, for an ancient mystical being, you have very limited ideas about what things in the world are for," Duke observed. "I can tan and do yoga at the same time. I contain multitudes."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, but why would you?" Lucifer said. "There are many things I could be doing, but some things are simply better than others."

[betterthanaplan]

"Because mortal bodies tend to break if you don't use them regularly." Duke peered at Lucifer's phone. "So tell me, oh Wise Immortal One, what simply-better thing are you doing this morning?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I started off making some Tik Toks for the Devil's Nest," Lucifer said, lowering the phone, "And then I realized I should probably watch some Tik Toks for inspiration, first."

[betterthanaplan]

"I have very little idea what a Tik Tok is," Duke admitted. "Or why your club needs them."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer eyed him, let out a sigh, and motioned for him to get closer. "It's an app," he said helpfully. "Of people doing funny things to music. Or just funny things in general, really."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke scooted closer to take a look. "Okay. And what funny thing is the Devil's Nest going to do, then?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I haven't decided yet, obviously, or I wouldn't need the inspiration," Lucifer sighed, clicking on a video-- "Ha! She tricked him and dropped an egg on him, that's brilliant!"

[betterthanaplan]

"That sounds like the stuff I used to do when I was in, like, third grade. And was a little shit head."

[crimson_sister]

"You seem in a better mood today."

It had become a habit for Lucille to walk along the beach, despite the bright light. A black lace umbrella and dark sunglasses protected her from the sun, if not from the heat, but the sea breeze was pleasant.

[my_own_advocate]

"The sun's out," Lucifer called, "And I have drinks. It's as close to not miserable as this place can get."

[crimson_sister]

"You are easy to satisfy," Lucille said with an amused smile. "Did you manage to make that phone call, then?"

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer sighed. "And I'm going to have to install some palm trees and maybe an In-N-Out Burger before I can properly pretend this is Southern California, but at least it's a step up."

[crimson_sister]

"Wasn't that the place you left?"

Lucille wasn't sure. So far, her impression of Lucifer was mostly of someone who was desperate to make a phone call.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes?" Lucifer said, eyeing her.

(She did realize most people had more character traits than a single irritation at one moment in time?)

[crimson_sister]

She did, but so fat she didn't know any of them.

"And now you're trying to recreate it? I don't judge. I suppose I might have brought more things from if I had could."

[my_own_advocate]

Well, assuming his one trait was this one thing was a bit much either way, wasn't it?

"I'm just trying to bring a bit of the party atmosphere home," Lucifer said. "This place can use it."

[crimson_sister]

The only other trait Lucille was aware of at this point was that he was nice to look at.

"I'm not much for parties," she said. "On the other hand, my home is best forgotten. An old place like that can become a living thing, holding on to things. The books and the music are all I need from it."

That wasn't true. She needed the money from the corpse in the cellar.

[my_own_advocate]

"It is nice to get some perspective by moving away from such places," Lucifer allowed. "I do miss my old club. History isn't always a terrible thing."

[crimson_sister]

"No," Lucille said. Not unless it's actually terrible. You owned a club, then?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, it's still mine," Lucifer said, "I'm just not involved in the day to day at the moment."

Especially since days over there were moving glacially.