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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

As the doors to the club opened, Lucifer settled behind the piano. His opening number of the night was a familiar one - or rather, it would be, if your name had been Seivarden and you'd tripped over him on one particularly maudlin occasion.

He was counting a bit on no one else getting it, especially as he segued on to other modern piano pop later into the night.

"Bury me in armor when I'm dead and hit the ground, my nerves are poles... that unfroze... And if you love me, won't you let me know? If you love me, why'd you let me go?"

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Get it from Tiny, as per usual. Lucifer doesn't seem to be anywhere near this side of the house tonight. Busy playing, obviously.

If she was really honest, Summer was not really feeling much of a Devil's Nest mood tonight, but she wasn't going to let a whole evening of plying Seivarden for increasingly complicated cocktail orders go to waste, especially in light of some of the things she'd heard and read on radio. She'd been working on a plan, dammit, and she wasn't going to let some vampire getting all uppity about laws and the way things have always been done here get in the way of executing that plan. She did worry that she was starting to get that feeling of abadoning ship, that she was putting way more effort into this than it was worth, but she just couldn't bring herself to give up on it quite yet.

So she was there, making her appeal, as planned to Tiny that, hey, people were going to buy her drinks, anyway, might as well cut out the middle man, and, if he did, she promised no more elaborate cocktails, just nice and simple drinks that required hardly any work at all on his part, and that she'd be sure to tip him generously for that hardly-any-at-all work, or she could continue to just ply complicated drink from other people. So they could do it the easy way...or the hard way.

It seemed like a good thing that he was listening to her appeal, albeit with obvious annoyance at her very presence by now, sighed, and went to go get a drink for her, filling her up with that surge of a thrill that it was actually working and making her feel entirely different about this whole plot...

Until he set in front of her a fancy soda of currently undetermined flavor, except aggressively pink.

"Come on! You're bustin' my balls, here, Tiny!"

He shrugged and walked away to go find something else to do, and she sucked in a breath before calling out, "You know, if you get fired, I can put in a good word for you with Kitty! Tino's really not all that bad to work with!"

But she knew it was falling on deaf ears at this point, so she sighed, looked down morosely at her soda for a moment, before reaching over the bar for a straw to plop into the bottle and start drinking it.

It actually was really good, whatever it was, but that wasn't the point.

She honestly wasn't sure what the point even was anymore.

"So," after all that business with Seivarden and Lucifer and proper introductions, Tisarwat made her way over to where Summer was sititng to finally join her, "this," with a pass of her lilac eyes around the club again, "is where you spend your Friday nights."

Summer's shoulders sagged as she looked over and gave Tisarwat a withering look. "When you put it like that," she said, "it almost makes it sound sad." Or maybe that was just projection, but whatever. Still, she rolled her eyes as if to brush it away and pulled up a grin for Tisarwat. "But, yeah, it's where I spend my Friday night, and it's much better now. I've been wanting to drag you here, but I was hoping to make more progress on the whole drinking age limit before I did."

Seivarden placed an appletini in front of her.

"I considered something with cheap tea," she said. "But decided against it."

And, really, an appletini appearing before her just then felt kind of nice, and she looked over at Seivarden with soft, grateful smile.

For about a second, until moved a little closer to a smirk.

"Just couldn't bring yourself to order it, huh?" she guessed.

"I was actually trying to be nice."

She sipped her whisky.

"Good week?"

"Awful week," Summer admitted with a sigh into her drink, "and Tiny is NOT HELPING."

Nor was he listening to you, Summer, but nice try.

"Which is why I appreciate you trying to be nice," she added. "So thank you. Congratulations." She lifted the drink in a toast. "You succeeded."

And she drank before asking, "How was your week?"

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"Not too bad," she said. Last night had seen to that. "Have you talked to Amaya, by the way?"

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Gather near the piano. Or in the corners. Lucifer doesn't care.

If you catch him on a break between songs.

Yes, Seivarden recognised that song.

"Sounds like you need s drink," she said, walking over to him when he had finished playing. Offering him one of the two she had brought, she leaned against the piano.

"Did you get some sleep?"

After confirming with Summer that she was planning on being at the Devil's Nest that night, too, Tisarwat finally made her way there, but her first order of business was locating Seivarden.

After staring at the bouncer for a few good long moments when he said he'd have to mark her hand with an X because she didn't have identification. She could completely respect the local laws that dictated she couldn't drink in this establishment, even if they didn't make any sense, but that was absolutely not happening.

They settled on an X on her cheek as a compromise, even though it left her shaking her head as she made her way in, looked around, and found Seivarden.

"It's a shame I haven't actually been in here before," she offered as a greeting with a faint smile. "It really is nice, isn't it? But I wouldn't have expected anything less."

"It's good to see you here now," Seivarden said, wondering about that X. She smiled, turning her head towards Lucifer.

"This is Tisarwat, whom I mentioned. I'm glad I finally get to introduce you."

"Hello, teenager," Lucifer greeted, because all right, she was technically legal but she had been a student like five minutes ago. He wasn't fond of children.

"And thank you. I'd say 'we did our best', but if I left Eric to his devices, it would be all axe throwing and dead DJs."

A teenager with several thousands of years of memories stuffed into her still-forming and impressionable brain, which made some technicalities seem a little...lacking and pedantic.

But, still, she smiled. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said,
"and to hopefully have more than just a face to go with the name. And, I have to admit, the axe-throwing does seem...wildly out of place. While I can understand the appeal of such barbaric displays of hubris and power for those with less sophisticated ways of expressing them, it's a mix that makes for an odd cocktail to be served here."

Tisarwat actually couldn't give one tit about the axe range. If this was a conversation with Amaya, she'd be singing its praises. But it didn't take much attention to finer details to know that Lucifer was hardly a fan.

"Exactly," Seivarden agreed. "Although Eric mostly hides, doesn't he?"

A hint about wanting to buy Tisarwat a proper cocktail.

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