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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

There was a DJ tonight, and the axe range was back in full view. If there was anything at the Devil's Nest that made it clear that Lucifer was no longer on the island, those were it. And tonight, Octavia felt kind of numb about it.

Learning how to mix more cocktails could wait. She'd be throwing axes for a good portion of her shift, today.

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Mod Tiny, or catch Octavia when she occasionally makes her way back behind the bar.

Where you can find Octavia for most of the night, hurling axes at targets with deadly accuracy.

Where you may find an Eric.

Major SP warning from me as I slowly melt down over a possible big work gig.

Duke grabbed a drink from the bar and came over to lean against the wall by the axe range and watch.

"Good god that's hot."

And if there was one thing that would help pick up Octavia's spirits some, it was probably that.

The latest axe hit the target with a satisfying thunk, and she glanced over at Duke as she went to retrieve it. "Oh, you're just here for the show?"

"It's a hell of a show," Duke said, sipping his drink. "But nah. I'm hoping for a backstage pass."

That immediately sparked a thought in Octavia - one that surprised her, no less - but she held it back for now.

She yanked the axe out of the target. "Angling for a more private experience?"

"Suppose we could set up a range on the Rouge. . . ." Duke mused. "Up on the deck somewhere."

Not down in the hold. He couldn't even look at the punching bag down there, these days.

Octavia hadn't looked at it even when Magnus had helped her haul the contents of the apartment down there, either.

She snorted. "I could throw axes whenever I don't want people to come by."

Well, it'd scare off some people, anyway. Not everyone, not on this island.

"I like this plan. All we need is the target and some axes, right?"

"That's... basically what we have here, yeah," Octavia replied, with a glance around as she came back to the throwing spot. "Minus the actual range, but I think that's mostly for the benefit of the drunk people, anyway."

"I'm told drinking while throwing sharp things is a bad plan."

Loudly. By Danny. Who'd hovered until Duke finally put her sword away again.

Octavia snorted again. "Who's been harshing your fun?"

Look, drinking and throwing sharp things was different from being drunk and throwing sharp things, if you asked her.

"Suppose there's no harm in telling you. You already don't like the guy."

Octavia rolled her eyes. "Jersey Dan?"

Sorry, Danny.

"That's the one. Apparently he decided I was his pet project while you were gone. Was determined not to let me hurt myself."

"And that involved booze and blades?"

You know, sometimes they really were a perfect match.

"I went out to throw your sword for awhile," Duke said, shrugging. "Brought along some snacks. Some beer. Got a whole lecture for it."

And he'd been really bad at throwing her sword, too.

Of course. Octavia had barely given him the one lesson, as far as she remembered.

"Oh," she said, softer and smaller than expected.

She didn't care about the Jersey Dan aspect of it. She cared immensely that he'd taken her sword out while she'd been gone.

"Yeah." Duke looked down at his drink, nodding. "It, uh. Made me feel . . . closer to you. Even though you were gone."

Octavia was still holding the axe in one hand. That wasn't going to stop her from stepping up to him, reaching out for him, her hand landing on his arm.

"Almost makes me feel bad I've barely touched it since I've been back."

It was a weird feeling. Like it was a reminder how different she'd come back than she'd left.

"I just figured . . . you'd come back to it if you were ready."

Well, that was one benefit to bringing your own booze with you to the bar. You didn't have to worry so much about getting your drink when the bartender you preferred to serve you was otherwise engaged. And so Shunsui was already sipping from his cup when he decided, after the weekly movie class, that he would stop by the Nest on his way home...

...despite the fact that it was actually out of his way home, but no matter.

"You truly are a woman of many talents," he remarked upon approaching, with probably not nearly as much caution as one should when nearing anyone throwing axes, "aren't you, Octavia-chan ♥?"

"I would have to get a new belt for it," Octavia replied mildly, almost just for something to say. "Not used to carrying it on my back, anymore."

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