The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

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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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Have A Drink

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That's why we're all here, isn't it?

Listen to the Music

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Tonight's theme is fake vintage, yes. You're welcome to sing if you figure out what he's playing.

Talk to Lucifer

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If you want to catch him at the bar between songs.

Back Office

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An Eric, glowering.

OOC

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