The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

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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Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Could be time-displaced twins," Lucifer said, APROPOS OF NOTHING. "Still sounds like your Nathan's in decent enough hands."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah. Maybe." Duke didn't sound totally convinced of that, just yet. "One woman can't fix everything though."

LITTLE DID HE KNOW.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Considering, you know, everything over the past few days, Lucifer just sort of tilted his head and Looked at Duke.

Sadly, it had nothing to do with any predictive abilities, it was just the one-person-can't-fix-everything thing.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[betterthanaplan]

"I'm not trying to fix him, I'm just trying to help keep him a little safer."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"I didn't say or think you were," Lucifer clarified, "Just that it's a bit rich to hear you insisting one person can't magically fix your ex-boyfriend."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah, yeah. Irony's my middle name." Duke lifted his chin at the bourbon bottle. "Pass that over, would you?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes sir, Duke Irony Crocker," Lucifer drawled, rolling his eyes.

... and then passing the bourbon.