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Devil's Nest | Sunday Evening

Silver had a quiet weekend, which he was mostly grateful for. He didn't even want to imagine the mess he'd have to explain if anyone from Nassau had shown up here. Still, that part of him that did miss people back home was being a little louder than usual. It brought a slightly melancholy tinge to his drinking tonight.

Not that it looked much different from his usual drinking.

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One more night of drinking and wallowing in how terrible she felt. That was it. After tonight, Chloe was going to go home, and she was going to be a professional, and she was... she was going to be fine.

(She wasn't.)

She ordered a glass of red wine from Tiny, and at this point, well. "Just leave the bottle."

So this was-- had been-- Lucifer's bar. She stared helplessly at it for a moment, then took another swig from her glass.

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Duke didn't normally come in here on Sundays. He also didn't normally have his ex wandering around the island harassing his friends.

So, yeah. After seeing Gloria off -- and really hoping Evi had seen herself off -- he wanted a drink. Somewhere other than his own boat.

"Chloe," he said, plopping down on the stool next to her and signaling Tiny for a bourbon. He gave Chloe's glass a sharp look. "Still wallowing, I see."

"I have tomorrow off," Chloe said, staring at her glass. "Then it's back to work."

Duke nodded. And wondered what Trixie thought of all this. His parents had ditched him to wallow in their own issues pretty much every night of his childhood; it wasn't exactly fun.

"What'd you come here looking for, detective?" he asked, unconsciously choosing Lucifer's name for her.

Yeah, that got a weird little flinch. She channeled into lifting her glass again.

"I don't know," Chloe said. "To understand, I guess. Where he's been all this time."

Tiny set Duke's bourbon down in front of him and he accepted it with a smile.

"And did you find it?"

"No," Chloe said.

She set her glass back down.

"But I think I knew I wouldn't," she said. "Nothing about him was ever that simple."

"Most people aren't," Duke pointed out. "Even without the whole 'created at the beginning of time by an all-powerful being' thing."

Chloe huffed a little laugh. "Maybe," she said, "But I pride myself on being a decent detective."

She took another sip from her glass, and decided she still wasn't drunk enough to ask Crocker the question that had been on her mind since an elevator ride two weeks ago.

"You were friends, right?"

"Still am," Duke said. "Him going to Hell didn't change that."

"Sorry," Chloe said, and looked at him. "Did he actually like it here?"

"He did. He'd basically never admit it out loud, but I think Fandom was good for him."

Chloe tilted her head, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"Well. . . . We took him at face value." Duke sipped his bourbon. "He said he was the Devil, and we said 'okay'. Not because we were humoring him, just because . . . it wasn't the weirdest thing we'd ever heard. Fandom will believe anything, because anything really happens here."

"So you all just..."

She drained her glass, reached for the bottle, and refilled it.

"...kind of knew. Or assumed? That's just. Wow."

"I come from a world where a woman who gets burned by her ex-husband can rapidly age the men she sleeps with to death. Octavia's was destroyed by nuclear radiation. Twice. Seivarden's from a space-based civilization that considers touching things with your bare hands to be on par with sticking your dick on them." He snorted and gave Chloe a little smile. "Wasn't a hard assumption to make."

"I just thought he was an eccentric posh British guy with daddy issues," Chloe muttered into her next sip.

"Well, he is." Duke sipped his bourbon. "Except for the British part."

"You know what I mean," Chloe said, setting down the glass. She shook her head.

"I keep replaying the day I found out over and over in my head," she said. "Trying to figure out if I could've handled it differently. Or when I came back, if I could've just-- accepted sooner that he was still just Lucifer, my partner, you know? Like maybe that would've changed something."

"Probably," Duke said. "You reacting how you did really fucked with his head." He sipped his bourbon and sighed. "But what you're doing here? You're just poking at the wound. Do you have anyone to talk to about this? Someone who isn't a demon themselves. Maybe that Dr. Linda woman?"

Chloe grew a little stiffer. She brought the glass back up. "I'll be fine," she said. "But thank you."

She'd wanted to ask him, before.

After Friday night, she really needed to ask him.

Maybe another sip would give her the courage. She glanced at him as she did so.

For Eric if he wishes.

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