Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

[long_memory]

It was hot out, even for someone who spent most of his time in the West Indies. By the time he made it to work he was already done with his hair so he threw it up into what would today's terms be called a man bun. He was indeed a basic bitch at times.

He'd probably be a lot cooler if he lost some of the layers but that'd be as blasphemous as not going out without a ridiculous amount of jewelry on.

The rum might not cool him down but it would make him buzzed which was just as good.

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[my_own_advocate]

"Ah, so you're the new--" Lucifer began as he walked into the club.

Stopped.

Eyed him.

"Did Eric hire a bloody hipster?"

[long_memory]

"He hired a pirate?" He didn't know if the two were one and the same.

[my_own_advocate]

"No, Duke is a pirate, you have a man bun."

Clearly, a hipster.

[long_memory]

"I don't know what that is," he said, which seemed to be his favorite sentence to say these days. "But I believe Duke prefers to be called a smuggler over a pirate. Apparently we're too confrontational for his taste."

Meaning he wasn't into murder.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Duke takes some things too personally," he said. "But if you're not a hipster, explain to me why you are wearing a man bun in my club."

Well, Eric's club. Technically. Lucifer still hadn't fully disabused him of the notion he had any say in the place yet.

[long_memory]

"Oh you're the other owner." Jaskier was pretty good at spreading that misinformation! "Eric didn't tell me there was a dress code."

He also didn't tell Silver that he drank blood either so there had been just a plethora of not sharing in the short time he had known him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Within reason," Lucifer said, and gestured at the hair. "I'm just worried customers will look at you and wonder whether you're about to serve them some ill-considered home-brewed IPA with a terrible Throne Game pun name."

[long_memory]

"You know I'm from a different century entirely so I understood maybe a quarter of what you just said," he said. "But I can take my hair down if you'd like."

[my_own_advocate]

"That would be better," Lucifer agreed. "We're not running a barber shop in here."

[long_memory]

Silver shrugged, and pulled at the leather tie that was holding his hair back. He promptly got a waterfall of hair in his face but that was his burden in life. There was no taming that beast unless he shaved it all off and Flint had cornered the market on the shaved head look on their ship.

"Better?" he asked, pushing hair out of his eyes.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's expression was... difficult. "Bit more drowned man at a watering hole now," he sighed, "But I suppose it's better than hipster."

He was also quickly running out of hipster cracks to make, so that was just as well.

"So, an actual pirate?" he segued easily, "Exciting. What's your name?"

Someone had probably told him. He had almost certainly forgotten.

[long_memory]

Oh don't worry, there were plenty of other cracks to make about him.

"John," he said. And then, reluctantly-- "Silver."

Someone had just found out about his restaurant legacy yesterday.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ooh, really?" Lucifer said, perking up. "No wonder about the hipster look. One glance at 21st century pop culture and you must've gone running for the irony."

[long_memory]

"I will admit the fashion here leaves much to be desired," he said. "What's your name? Jaskier failed to mention it when he spoke of you."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah, right, my manners," Lucifer said, with a practiced smile and an extended hand as he approached the bar. "Lucifer Morningstar."

[long_memory]

Silver had a bit of a stunned look on his face when he did it but he did at least retain the brain capacity to be polite and shake Lucifer's hand. Maybe it was just a name he took to instill fear into the heart's of men?

No, sadly Silver had been here long enough to know to take things literally most of the time.

"Pleasure to meet you." Yeah, lets go with that. "I hope my fashion won't cause anymore offense."

[my_own_advocate]

"Just as long as you don't start getting your beard trimmed or, Father forbid, start wearing ironic t-shirts," Lucifer said, dropping his hand. "I hope you've already familiarized yourself with our Instagram and Tik Tok accounts, or are we still at 'what is phone'?"

[long_memory]

"I have a phone," he said with a slight bit of pride. "Though so far I've really learned cat videos and pornography at the suggestion of Eric and Jaskier respectively."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, those are two of the most important internet food groups," Lucifer allowed. "Instagram is a place where people post pictures of their lives with all the nasty bits removed. Tik Tok is for funny videos. And stealing all of your personal data, but honestly, you're a pirate lost in time, how much of that can you possibly have?"

[long_memory]

"Not much, I'll admit," he said. "And apparently much of my personal life is already out there for the world to know about."

Lucifer could probably relate. Though Silver had no idea about the events of Treasure Island just yet so this was a case of people knowing more about him than he did.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, I think that's been in the public domain for some time, though I'd have to check," Lucifer said, grinning. "The calf does keep lobbying to extend those pesky copyrights."

[long_memory]

Silver, of course, hadn't the faintest clue what that meant exactly but he nodded like he had some idea. "It's all a bit disconcerting, but I'm becoming an expert in repressing information in order to keep my sanity here."

[my_own_advocate]

"That's the spirit," Lucifer said brightly. "Repression makes the world go around. And alcohol. And other substances."

Lucifer, no.

[long_memory]

"I usually just stick to the alcohol." Hell, he even refused laudanum after his leg got hacked off. "But I don't judge anybody for their vices."

[my_own_advocate]

"Good, because I like all vices, and this is a bar," Lucifer said, waving helpfully around it. "Den of vice, usually."

[long_memory]

"No whores though, I learned that over the weekend." Thank you, Duke.

[my_own_advocate]

"They prefer the term 'sex workers'," Lucifer said breezily.

[long_memory]

"Really? That's good to know," he said. "I rarely took advantage of their wares myself but they make for damn good business partners. Very good at getting information, it turns out."

[my_own_advocate]

"I can always make a few introductions in Baltimore if you'd like," Lucifer said, reaching behind the bar to grab a bottle of scotch.

[long_memory]

"I'll keep that in mind if I decide to take up piracy again." Aside from the lighthearted piracy he told Magnus he'd participate in, anyway.

He looked over at Lucifer and decided that he was just going to give in to his curiosity. He'd just take a healthy swig of rum first. "May I ask why you're here? On this island, I mean."

[my_own_advocate]

"Bad break-up," said Lucifer, which glossed over basically everything about that whole situation, "Figured I'd get some distance by switching coasts, so I came here. A sad little island that's the absolute opposite of Los Angeles."

[long_memory]

Silver tilted his head. "I don't know why I'm surprised heartache seems to be a universal reason for leaving one's home, but I am."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, why else would you come here, really?" Lucifer said. "People are practically brooding in the streets." Beat. "Are you going to be brooding in the streets?"

[long_memory]

"No, I brood in the privacy of my own home," he joked. "It's only polite."

[my_own_advocate]

"I appreciate that attitude," Lucifer said, filling up a glass for himself. "So what's your story? Give me the cliff notes, I have a short attention span."

[long_memory]

Silver was thankful for that. He preferred not going into his backstory anyway.

"Well we got the pirate thing out of the way so that's most of it," he replied. "My captain decided to start a war with England and I'm pretty sure I should have ended up dead during battle with them and instead ended up here."

That was pretty much it. The whole mutiny and manipulating a child thing won't be for a few more decades. He didn't even have a parrot yet!

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, congratulations," Lucifer said, grinning. "Alive and stuck on an island full of morose attractive people is much better than death by the English."

Don't mind his prim English accent. It was modern.

[long_memory]

"You know what? You're right." And agreeing with Lucifer of all people should have probably worried him more. "And I don't mind morose people so long as they're attractive."

[my_own_advocate]

"See?" Lucifer said, grinning. "Now you get the spirit of it. Also morose people are more likely to try and get laid, so everyone wins, right?"

[long_memory]

"I should meet the morose people you know," he said. "Or maybe in the 18th century they haven't evolved into wanting to get laid yet."

The most morose attractive person he knew was Captain Flint and lived to fight rather than fuck.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "That's a pity," he said. "Come to the club some other night, I'm sure we can find you someone."

Lucifer would hit on the man himself, but enh, first meeting with a new employee.