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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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"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.

"Sorry, did you want some too?" Lucifer asked.

At least a quarter of that was checking in on whatever seemed to be keeping her moving.

Octavia was just both too tired and too awake at the same time.

"No," she said, with a small shake of her head. The glass kept turning. "Had enough for tonight."

"All right," Lucifer said, bringing up his glass for a firm sip.

This much emotionally complicated conversation in one night had him longing back to the sorority house.

And Octavia didn't even have being college-aged going for her anymore.

She wondered whether she should have just shut up. But didn't.

"This was too many hurt feelings over one stupid joke."

Lucifer lowered his glass. She was definitely making a lot of statements about things. "Okay?"

Octavia was still grasping at her own thoughts, though. Not really sure where she was going with them.

If anywhere.

She fell quiet again. Pushed the glass further away, then finally let go of it, and pushed her hair back.

"You're going to have to help me a bit if I'm supposed to take something out of that," Lucifer said, after a moment, giving a little wave, "Considering what got us here."

"I don't know where I was going with that," Octavia admitted, after a moment. "I'm just... tired."

Lucifer sighed.

"Well, it's all settled now," he said, "At least, I assume. No more drama for the day, you can go home and rest assured I will not be hanging up on you arbitrarily in the future."

How long that future would be, now...

Yeah.

"I don't know if I would count on that."

But she didn't call him that often in the first place, did she?

No, not really.

"Do you want me to give me my word?" Lucifer asked.

Which was a dangerous thing to offer, since he took it seriously.

Oh, Octavia knew.

"No," she said, "because I also don't want you to not hang up on me when you want to, just because you promised."

Lucifer watched her for a moment.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, "Or otherwise be a source of your distress."

"I know."

More or less.

"All I really need you to promise is not to take what Duke says as if it goes for both of us." A beat. "And maybe to give him the benefit of the doubt a little more, too. He's... I dont know."

Octavia sighed, just a little.

"He's kind of oblivious sometimes. And just... a little caught up in something, right now."

"Something to do with your trip?" Lucifer guessed. Shook his head and took a sip of his drink, taking the opportunity to look somewhere other than at her.

"Fine. I promise."

"Thanks," Octavia replied, mildly - not that that was saying much. "Also, no. It's older than that."

Because she'd meant it was part of the reason for this whole mess.

Lucifer considered her. And what she was saying.

And what she had said a few minutes ago.

He lifted up his glass. "If you're tired," he said, instead of continuing down that path further, "And I've been ignoring you for a full weekend to your frustration... how about we try this again tomorrow? At my house. Drinks. You get free access to the hot tub."

He got to buy off the irritating feelings of guilt by giving her his full attention for an afternoon.

Octavia's gaze had slid back down to her empty glass, not that she'd really been looking at it, either.

Now her gaze flicked back up to his face. Re-focused.

Her nod was tiny. "Sure."

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