The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was on a roll.

Well, it was a roll currently less than 48 hours long, prolonged by the batch of candy-flavored liquors the bar had just received. Lucifer had instructed Tiny on making unicorn-colored cocktails that tasted primarily like sugar.

So... it might be more of a sugar rush than a roll, really.

At least it meant the music coming out of his piano tonight was decidedly, maybe overly, chipper.

[[ no ocd, open! ]]

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[texted3times]

"What the fuck is that," Eric asked, making a face. "It smells like an 8 year old's birthday party."

[my_own_advocate]

"I think that one is just called Rainbow," Lucifer called, grinning brightly.

[texted3times]

"No," Eric said strenuously. "Disgusting."

He looked at the smile.

"...how many have you had?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Many," Lucifer called. "You should try some! They're delicious!"

[texted3times]

"No," Eric said firmly. "I'll drink straight bourbon like an adult."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Like a broody Southerner, you mean," he said, wandering up to the bar to pour himself another glass of straight-up Rainbow. "You know if you loosened up you might get rid of that eau d'creepy you get sometimes."

[texted3times]

"I like my eau d'creepy," Eric said. "I'm a vampire, it goes with the reputational vibe."

God forbid he end up like Bill Compton.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Excuses," he said, pouring another shot. "Just try it!"

Just a single shot would make you see moonbeams, Eric. Moonbeams!

[texted3times]

"This looks like unicorn pee," Eric told him, taking the shot, "if unicorns were real."

[my_own_advocate]

"Take enough of these, and you'll definitely begin to believe it," Lucifer said perkily. "I had a child draw a unicorn on my face once."

That was probably the sugar mixed with missing Trixie talking?

[texted3times]

"Why did a child draw a unicorn on your face?" Eric asked, shooting back the drink with a long shudder. "That's just...so much sugar."

[my_own_advocate]

"We were playing Monopoly, and she drives a hard bargain," Lucifer said, taking his own shot and slamming it back. "Good, right?"

Possibly only good if you had already been on a sugar binge to begin with. Or if, like Lucifer, you were a five-year-old in the body of an ancient immortal being.

[texted3times]

"If you're a five-year-old alcoholic, maybe," Eric said, making a face.

[my_own_advocate]

"Nobody likes a party pooper, Eric."

[texted3times]

"Nobody but you likes this drink, Lucy," Eric said, laughing. "Ask Tiny."

[my_own_advocate]

"You know Tiny's on my side," Lucifer informed him, and raised his voice. "Right, Tiny?"

Tiny said nothing. Tiny had the air of not wanting to get in the middle of an argument about him as he cleaned the bar, however.

Lucifer sighed. "Clearly this is wasted on you. We should have ice cream in this bar."

[texted3times]

"Why?" Eric said, making another face. "I don't want to encourage the teenagers to be here. At all."

[my_own_advocate]

"They're going to show up anyway," Lucifer sighed. "Seivarden's strong-arming one of her recently-graduated friends in here sometime this week."

[texted3times]

"Ugh," Eric said with feeling. "I don't want them here. I want a bar for adults."

[my_own_advocate]

"Strictly anyone over 18 is an adult," Lucifer pointed out. "I told Seivarden to bring whoever she liked, I'm just not going to hold you back from anyone I don't know."

Fair's fair!

[texted3times]

"The stupid laws of this stupid state say no one under 21 can have alcoholic drinks," Eric said, "and as an...un-dead non-American with deeply dubious immigration status, I try not to catch legal attention. When I started the bar here, I knew nothing of the policing policies on the island, but I knew that in Louisiana they were always itching for a reason to shut down clubs and bars owned by vampires. Plus it kept children out and the island was teeming with children."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, I got bored halfway into that," Lucifer said, waving a hand. "I really don't care. If you want to make a big deal of this Tisarwat's age, I'm not about to get my hands bloody."

Unlike Summer, who he delighted in passing drinks to, but that was different because he actually had, and did, want to sleep with Summer.

[texted3times]

"She can have soda," Eric said vehemently. "Or tea, or whatever weird juice Tiny accidentally ordered."

[my_own_advocate]

You were a thousand years old, Eric. Stop caring.

"You really should do something about your blood pressure," Lucifer said. "So to speak."

[texted3times]

He had to have control over something still! Queen Sophie Ann was being insane in Louisiana.

"I don't need to relax," Eric said, reaching for a bottle of Tru Blood.

[my_own_advocate]

"Now there's a lie if I've ever heard one," Lucifer said, pouring himself another shot of the rainbow stuff.

And then a second one for the road.

He wondered what this stuff would taste like in a cupcake... "All that glowering you've been doing in dark corners."

[texted3times]

Eric shrugged. "Glowering in corners is my thing. I didn't realize you'd noticed."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slammed back one shot, then the other, and filled up a third.

"You know, if you spent slightly less time creepily going on about lists and schedules I allegedly have, and more time taking hints, perhaps you'd get laid more often," he said, and took the shot, and the bottle, and pulled away from the bar with his eyes set on a stray blonde nursing her drink on the other side of the bar.

[texted3times]

"I get laid plenty," Eric said with a little smirk, "just not by you all that recently."

Because he was currently missing the signs. "She would drink that horrifying shot to impress you," he decided, "but you'll get bored in five minutes."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'll find out myself, shall I?" Lucifer said, and put the shot down in front of her before sliding into a seat to make casual flirty conversation.

[texted3times]

Eric poured himself a shot of vodka in a vain effort to get the sugar taste out of his mouth and mentally started a countdown clock for how long Lucifer would last.

[my_own_advocate]

Eric was clearly not counting on the sheer level of spite - or how much Lucifer spoke fluid shallow - that Lucifer managed to drum up.

The conversation lasted fifteen minutes, and then they were heading out the door.

[texted3times]

"I love taking the rest of your shift," Eric yelled after him. "Thanks so much for asking!"