This party had been a grand distraction amid an ocean of bittersweet, complicated nonsense. It worked perfectly as long as he was talking to neither Duke nor Octavia.

Much like that time all those months ago, they had a strange way of reminding him that he was alone.

Which was why, when Lucifer finally turned up at the seat with Duke's bourbon, he was holding a Long Island Ice Tea in his other hand. "Now you're getting the Greek vacation vibe," he said, a bit of forced cheer in his voice as he held out Duke's drink.