fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

"So," said Summer, in not at all a leading way, "looks like I'm back on the fancy sodas."

Excluding the flask in her purse, of course, but that was, like, Plan C.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Subtle," he said. "What alcoholic beverage will it be, miss Smith?"

He wasn't in the mood to humor Eric.

"Didn't you know?" asked Summer, beaming that she barely even needed to touch Plan A, apparently. Or even be reminded that the bottle of tequila was probably intended to last longer than a week, much less a few hours. "'Subtle' is my middle name."

It wasn't, actually, believe it or not.

"But a piña colada would be perfect." Since she apparently hadn't had enough of drinks that little umbrella could be stuck into. "Thank you. And how are you this evening, Mr. Morningstar?"

Well, Lucifer was the one who had enabled her into drinking the tequila that quickly, so he could hardly get shirty about it.

"You heard her," Lucifer told Tiny, who scurried off to make the drink. "Water balloons ruined my favorite suit for the night," he added, sighing, "This bloody island."

He had at least three entirely similar suits.

"Thank you, Tiiiny!" Summer sang, because she was definitely making a friend there.

"At least," she then said, to Lucifer, "they were just water balloons and not something else? That sucks, though..."

Even if she would have paid good money to have gotten to see that...

"I got nailed right in the face first thing when I stepped outside on my way to do radio this morning."

"Well, that's rude," Lucifer said, "...Though also funny, no doubt."

"The squirrels got a kick out of it," it was Sunmer's turn to roll her eyes, "I can tell you that much...until karma turned right back around on them." She smirked faintly; it was the little things on life, really.

"But, like I said, at least it's just water and not, like, concentrated gremlin venom or something that makes anyone who gets hit act crazy, or de-age for a certain amount of time, or turn into something else entirely, or whatever....

"Or glitter. God, could you imagine? That shit never leaves."

"Oh, I know," Lucifer said, thinking about it. "Glitter bombing something is one of the most fiendishly diabolical inventions of the past few centuries. I quite like seeing it in action."

Beat.

"Do we have any idea why the island decided to weaponize water today, or is it just because it's Friday?"

"Don't," said Summer, lifting a warning finger with all that talk of glitter bombs, even if she was the one who brought them up, even if a second after she lifted that finger and said that, her eyes shifted a little and narrowed in thought.

"Although tomorrow is Steeeeeve's birthday party..."

She had some thinking to do. But she shook her head before she started going through the pros and cons of glitterbombing Steeeeeve (in red, white, and blue, obvs) for his birthday, to focus on the other, less interesting stuff.

"But honestly? Things have been crazy quiet around here lately; I think the island' sjust sort of slowly getting back into its usual nonsense groove. Kiddie pools yesterday, water balloons today, it's probably getting into a summertime mood, is my guess."

"Couldn't it just have taken us somewhere nicer?" Lucifer complained. "Maybe a resort of some kind. I feel very strongly we all need massages."

"Mmmmmm." Summer's shoulders sagged a little with a wistful sigh. "I know this great place int he Horsehead Nebula. Let me tell you, ten fingers and two hands for a massage is a friggin' joke..."

Another longing sigh and a quick moment to think of when she might be able to steal a little time to take the ship out, and shook her head.

"But I mean, the last time the island decided to take itself place, it ended up being a summer filled with some fresh new nightmare every week, so I'm definitely okay if it got its wanderlust out of its system for a little while. I'll happily take water balloons and kiddie pools over everyone turning into monsters and toys."

"You turned into a toy."

Some days Lucifer was very happy to be a Celestial.

"How on Earth did that work? I take it it wasn't the fun kind."

Edited 2020-07-03 21:38 (UTC)

"I was stuffed," said Summer, with a snort, shaking her head a little. "Like, made of plush and badly, too, like a doll in one of those crane games, ugh. Everyone was something a little different, really, and it was interesting. I actually had to sew pieces of metal into my hands and feet so that I could actually fight. Rey and I pretty much had to battle spiders and creepy teddy bears on a giant game of Mouse Trap. I'm pretty sure she was some kind of action figure? I mean, we totally kicked ass, obviously, but it still sucked. And that's not getting into whole brainwashing parts, either."

Edited 2020-07-03 21:51 (UTC)

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my_own_advocate - 2020-07-04 05:14 (UTC) - Expand

After the ~~still being played out~~ events that evening on the Rouge, Duke was in rather desperate need of a stiff drink. And even more in need of not being anywhere near Octavia.

He didn't much pay attention to the music or the piano or anything at all but the bottle he ordered from Tiny in sharp monosyllables and the farthest, darkest corner of the club he could find.

Lucifer opted to leave him to his brooding, at least until the entertainment part of the evening was over and he got up from behind the piano.

"Suppose I should see why he's brooding," he muttered to Tiny, downing his drink as he eyed Duke.

Tiny took the empty glass from his hand and sped off to get Lucifer a new one.

Duke continued to brood. Playing the events of the evening on a loop through his mind.

Wondering where exactly they got quite so fucked up.

Armed with a fresh drink, Lucifer pushed himself past his initial oh not Duke brooding again. The man was a friend, etcetera.

"Should I ask Tiny to ready you a to-go bag with another bottle?" he asked, approaching the table.

Duke didn't answer. The only sign he even heard Lucifer was the slight lift of his chin as he stared at the seat opposite his instead down into his glass.

Then he downed the rest of his drink and poured himself another.

"Is it that bad?" Lucifer sighed, settling into the empty seat.

Duke shut his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh through his nose, then finally looked up at him.

Even as someone who maybe wasn't the best at reading human emotions that weren't desire, he could probably tell that, yes, it was absolutely that bad.

"Right," Lucifer said, a sigh still in his voice. "Shall I just let you drown your liver, then? We do close in about an hour."

Duke closed his eyes and nodded. "Noted."

"Tiny, get the man a glass of water along with his grog," Lucifer said, looking up. "And make sure we have a rickshaw on stand-by in case he needs it."

Duke snorted softly and looked away. "Don't."

Don't what was a good question. But it was something he was saying a lot, tonight.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "I'm not leaving you to wander off drunk at the end of the night," he said, "I don't want to deal with the inevitable fallout of you walking into the ocean by accident."

Edited 2020-07-03 20:00 (UTC)