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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

It was Tuesday, and the Devil was done sleeping off the weekend. It had been an inspiring one, especially near the end, as one could tell by the music flowing from his piano right now.

Well, maybe it had been that, and 'googling how to make anaemic pop palatable'.

Either way, you could kind of tell what he was playing if you squinted.

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"I'm not upset that you hung up, though that was a bullshit move, too," Octavia told him evenly, without looking up. "I'm upset to find out why."

And it was not the part about the sorority girls.

"Right."

Well, that was his emotional comprehension exhausted for the day.

Octavia let the silence go on for a brief moment. Then she sighed again - a shorter, huffier one.

"You got upset with Duke, and that's fine," she said, her tone carefully flat. "But you didn't have to lump me in with him. We're together, but we're not one person."

"My understanding is that human couples do tend to act that way when it comes to this particular subject," Lucifer pointed out. "Well, unless one of them's cheating, but then it's hardly my fault."

It'd been years since Octavia had been subjected to talk about how human relationships tended to work.

Turned out she didn't enjoy it any better now than she had when she'd been younger. "I'm your friend, Lucifer," she said, the neutral tone fraying a little bit, now. Not quite snapping, but...

"I'm not arguing you're not, am I?" Lucifer said slowly. "If you weren't, I wouldn't have cared."

"You assumed Duke spoke for me," Octavia retorted, "when you know better than that."

"Do I?" Lucifer said sharply. "I'm not a psychic, Octavia."

Octavia's eyebrows quirked, just a little. "Funny, Duke said that same thing about you."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"That apparently everyone here needs to learn to use their fucking words."

Octavia drained the rest of her glass while she looked for hers.

"I tried asking Duke what he meant, but before we got anywhere, he started prattling on about yoga," Lucifer said, after a short pause.

"Because he probably didn't think it mattered," Octavia replied, after a pause of her own, trying for a more even tone again. "Because he thought he was just teasing."

"I can just never tell with you people when you mean something or not," Lucifer said, after a short pause. "I used to. I thought."

Octavia finally hit a genuinely mild tone, after that.

"And then she came along and ruined it?"

"...It was easier when I had Dr. Linda around," Lucifer allowed.

He'd probably have broken into her office and gotten some decent advice.

Which he would have largely ignored, but the end result might have been somewhat less disastrous.

Octavia finally set her empty glass aside, then looked up at him again. "I'm sorry."

For which part? Take your pick.

Lucifer made a vague gesture with his hand. "I didn't come here to make friends, but since you lot are now made, I'd rather not lose you because I missed something."

"Ask louder, next time," Octavia suggested with a drawl that lacked any bite. Then she shook her head, although the motion was a small one. "Duke doesn't think you're a monster. I don't, either."

Lucifer sighed. Ran his fingers through his hair.

"Can I go refill my drink now?"

Lucifer, you were a very old celestial, stop sounding like a five-year-old in front of the twentysomething.

"You could have gone to refill your drink whenever you wanted."

Just saying.

Yeah, okay, that least got an irritated scoff out of Lucifer, who scampered over to get his bottle.

Octavia watched him, while thinking this whole thing over.

Sometimes it just hit her how little sense her life made. Especially now that it was no longer just about survival.

Lucifer found that life making sense was generally a danger sign that it was about to start making a whole lot less sense than it did five minutes ago, something he was expressly not pontificating on as he filled up a particularly large glass of whiskey.

And then came back.

Octavia didn't immediately say anything.

Just turned her empty glass slowly back and forth against the bar, some manner of restless energy bleeding through a little bit.

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