The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

If anyone was hoping for something more traditional out of the Devil's Nest tonight, well: congratulations. Lucifer was at the piano playing songs that were definitely a bit older than Britney Spears.

The specials board read,

AN ODE TO SUMMER:
all jello-related drinks 40 % off

In totally unrelated news, yes, Lucifer would totally use his power to troll Eric, why did you ask?

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Have A Drink

[my_own_advocate]

It is a bar, after all.

Re: Have A Drink

[special_rabbit]

If Amaya was going to agree to drinking competitions before entertainments, she definitely wouldn't have picked the Devil's Nest on a Friday, but that's what she wound up with, and if she believed in a thing like karma, she supposed it was sort of what she'd deserved for the whole 'making up excuses to not spend time with Seivarden' thing. But she said she'd be here, and so she was here, eying that specials board like it was a bad omen.

Re: Have A Drink

[1000yearstoolate]

"Good to see you," Seivarden said, grinning. She had walked up to Amaya as soon as she saw her and was now leaning against the bar, drink in hand.

Re: Have A Drink

[special_rabbit]

"Well," said Amaya, with the faint tug of a grin at the corner of her mouth that did its best not to seem rueful, "nothing was on fire and I'm not tiny and covered in fur, so it's pretty good to be here."

She nodded to the drink in Seivarden's hand, and the grin got...a little easier. "You know anything you drink before we officially get started isn't going to count, right?"

Re: Have A Drink

[1000yearstoolate]

"Oh, this is the first one," Seivarden said. "It seemed strange hanging around in a bar without a drink."

She grinned. "You know it won't matter."

Re: Have A Drink

[special_rabbit]

"We'll see," Amaya snorted faintly, and started to wave Tiny over. "But maybe I'd best be getting one to start out with, too, so we'll at least be on even footing. I don't need you thinking you've got an excuse in your pocket to pull out when you start losing."

And getting one drink in her as quickly as possible would probably help her to stop feeling as wound up as a stuck gear in the Crumbler right now.

Re: Have A Drink

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was not going up to talk to her, no. But he was eyeing her and Seivarden cautiously from a distance.

To gauge if he'd be carrying Seivarden home again tonight, of course. No other reason.

Re: Have A Drink

[special_rabbit]

And Amaya had been fully expecting to be eyed just like that for however long they ended up being here, so she was prepared to try her best to ignore it. Of course, she wasn't very good at ignoring things like that, so it didn't really matter whether she was prepared for it or not. But, thankfully, at least she had other things that she was also trying to do that she wasn't very good at, so needing to divide her attention among several bits of ignoring awkwardness sort of helped.

...and the drinks. The drinks would definitely help with that, too...

Listen to the Music

[my_own_advocate]

"And I wish that... I was born a thousand years ago..."

That would make Lucifer a bit younger, wouldn't it?

Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

While he's at the piano between songs, or while he's at the bar.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[1000yearstoolate]

After that rather depressing song, Seivarden approached the piano and leaned against it, two drinks in her hands. She offered one to Lucifer.

"So, how has your week been?"

Depressing song.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

It was a classic! And not something Lucifer was playing because he felt bad, for once.

"Rather well, all things considered," he said, grinning. "How was yours?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[1000yearstoolate]

"The worst thing that happened was that Summer's weekly jello shot was undrinkable," Seivarden said. "So not too bad."

She sipped her drink, throwing a glance towards the door, then smiling at Lucifer.

"Any plans for the weekend?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Nothing in particular yet," Lucifer said. "I had half a thought to go back to New York. I had rather a lot of Baltimore this weekend."

Beat.

"...What did Summer make?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[1000yearstoolate]

Seivarden had decided to avoid trying to invite herself along, even if it was tempting.

"Something with shrimp in," she said. "Eric seems to be fighting a war on jello shots, by the way."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[hatesparadise]

Danny had promised to patronize Caritas because Kitty was nice enough to sympathize with his plight, but he needed to check on something here now that his head was back on straight after getting yanked back to this rock.

Then kinda just held back because c'mon now with that music.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Eventually Lucifer noticed him, which is when he gestured for Tiny.

Who showed up in front of Danny with a glass of whiskey and a very pointed clearing of the throat that implied boss thinks you're clearly too sober for his bar rather loudly.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[hatesparadise]

Danny rolled his eyes at the drink because no, he did not need a whiskey to survive this hellscape of an island. Though it might help a bit.

"Couldn't pick a less depressing song?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you dissing the Velvet Underground?" Lucifer called. "I should have known you'd have no taste in that area, as well."

Back Office

[my_own_advocate]

Hello, Eric.

Re: Back Office

[texted3times]

Eric currently hated everyone in this bar, which he was texting with vigor to Pam at Fangtasia.

Pam, bless her cold, dead heart, was even pretending to care for a hot minute.

Re: Back Office

[my_own_advocate]

Which is of course why a sighing Tiny found his way into Eric's office, left a complimentary jello shot - with a little Devil drawing on top - on his desk, and fled.

Re: Back Office

[texted3times]

Eric threw the shot at the door and wondered if he should just relocate back to Louisiana and deal with the batshit insanity of Queen Sophie-Anne.

Re: Back Office

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer stuck his head through the door a little while later, eyed the glass, and said, "Temper, now."

OOC

[my_own_advocate]