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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

Lucifer missed the bloody raccoon.

Oh, sure, he could go back to the Rouge and pester Duke (he really kind of wanted to) but that would be Tuesday all over again (can't have too many Tuesdays in a week) so really, the best choice to make was just to go into work, play some pianos, and settle into his raccoonless existence.

And plan that party he'd been thinking about.

... okay, he'd plan the party later. Right now, there was just a humble sign outside that read THE DEVIL'S BACK! DISCOUNT ON ALL DRINKS OVER 15% ALCOHOL! and Lucifer, himself, was behind the piano settling in for an evening of the best devil pun songs you could possibly cover on a piano.

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That's what the bar is for!

Since the axe range is full of plants again, mysteriously.

Well into the evening, it seemed the club was lacking in some very specific kind of security:

There was a raccoon traipsing across the dance floor.

Duke hadn't shown up, which was fine, Lucifer hadn't been hoping to see him or anything, whatever, that was ridiculous, and.

And there was a raccoon.

He peered over the edge of the piano and watched the raccoon for a bit.

The raccoon was doing... raccoon things.

Mostly she seemed to be casually circling around the occasional ~~NPC~~ person, as if she was sizing them up for things to take. Maybe hoping they'd drop something interesting?

So far, no such luck.

"I see your itsy bitsy raccoon brain is still doing the driving," Lucifer said with a faint but real fondness.

He looked to Tiny.

"Get the raccoon some olives, will you?"

The itsy bitsy raccoon brain was a preferable state, honestly. It was much simpler.

Take this moment, for an example: Someone's earring had just fallen! Octavia darted after the shiny thing.

Tiny stepped in front of the earring.

And then lowered the plate of olives to the floor.

"Thank you, Tiny," Lucifer sing-songed from behind the piano.

... Octavia darted for the olives.

And then, grasping one in her tiny raccoon hands, chittered up at Tiny in a manner that suggested she considered him a possible threat to her treasure.

Tiny retreated with a grunt.

"So combative," Lucifer said, "Even as a garbage monster."

The raccoon chittered some more, then stuffed her face with olives.

As you do.

Lucifer slid out behind the piano after a while, and walked to the raccoon.

"And to think Duke was giving me trouble about letting you run free."

Octavia paused and looked up at him.

And still looking at him, quickly stuck the last olive in her mouth.

This particular human-shaped living thing had not - so far - tried to take any food away from her, even if there'd been some struggling over some piece of nest building material, but she wouldn't take any chances.

Lucifer squatted down to look at the raccoon. "Do raccoons drink?" he wondered. "Or should I just send Tiny for the tiny sandwiches?"

Octavia had no idea what he was saying.

But he was chittering at her, so she chittered back at him.

"Well, that doesn't tell me anything," Lucifer sighed. "Tiny? A martini with a tiny sandwich, please."

He waved faintly at the raccoon. "For the dumpster diver."

The raccoon's gaze followed his hand.

Then she rose onto her hind legs for a little experimental reach towards it.

And here Lucifer was just looking over his shoulder at Tiny, so he didn't notice until suddenly there was a paw on his hand and his attention snapped back.

"What--"

Oh, not just one paw. Two.

Look, maybe he'd give her more olives. Or maybe he had something interesting up his literal sleeve...

You know, Lucifer missed her, a lot.

Having his hand held by a raccoon, though, was taking it a bit far.

He yanked it away quickly.

Because sudden moves were such a good idea around wild animals!

Sorry about the startled clawing that happened in the half a second between his hand beginning to move and the raccoon sprinting away half across the dance floor.

"Ow," Lucifer said.

And blinked. 'Ow'?

He looked down at his hand.

It was bleeding. Just a little bit, but it was bleeding. His eyes went big, and without looking again, he yanked the pocket square out of his pocket and pressed it to the scratch.

He looked up, the muscles around his eyes twitching a bit, to try and see where the raccoon had gone.

The raccoon was now skulking around the opposite edge of the dance floor. Mostly in the shadows, but occasionally the lights caught the white in her face as she skittered about.

It didn't seem like danger was imminent, so she was already looking for her next bit of fortune.

Tiny turned up beside Lucifer, holding a tiny plate with a tiny sandwich and a tiny martini, and lifted his eyebrows.

"Go give it to the little beast," Lucifer said, but he sounded-- off.

He retreated to the bar.

Tiny shrugged and walked to the raccoon.

Octavia sniffed cautiously at the martini, then took an equally apprehensive lick, but deemed it unworthy.

Then she grabbed the sandwich, and immediately scurried off underneath a nearby table to eat it.

Behind the bar, Lucifer groped around for a knife. He found it near the limes. His eyes flicked up to the table that Octavia had scurried towards.

It wasn't far.

He pressed the knife to the back of his hand and drew it across the skin.

Nothing. The sharp blade passed over it like he'd tried to cut into marble with it.

"What on Earth is this new nonsense," he muttered.

Octavia didn't know.

She was just going to enjoy her sandwich, and then the next thing she could find, and the next, and then maybe she'd retreat back to that place by the water where it was warm and that one human kept feeding her things.

Color Lucifer unsettled for the rest of the evening. He didn't even return to the piano, choosing to sit in the corner of the bar and drink.

The claw-cut was gone within the hour.

At the piano, or when he's not playing.

Eric!

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