The Perk, Monday Morning

[okteiviakom]

"What do you mean 'the season's over'?"

Apparently one of the side effects of having been a raccoon for a month, and then wrapped up in various other transformations and assorted drama meant that you missed the back half of when your favorite caffeinated beverage was sold.

And this was how Octavia ended up sitting at a corner table, nursing a disappointing peppermint mocha instead of the PSL she'd come in for.

[ooc: Open!]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, it's very easy," Lucifer said. "You find someone pretty, you flash them the right smile, and then you invite them back to yours. And then you don't call them the next day."

He took another sip of his hot chocolate. It was almost done.

[okteiviakom]

"Or you crash at their house," Octavia retorted with a little snort, "and corrupt them."

Sorry.

[my_own_advocate]

"I prefer to refer to what you two did as 'seduce' me," Lucifer informed her primly, "And quite well done, actually."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia lifted one shoulder in a vague half-shrug. "Not every day you get to be Lucifer Morningstar's first time."

She knew better than to bring that S name into things.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, you were lovely," Lucifer said, and yes, he had forgotten all about the drama for a moment to appreciate both 1) the Octavia she had been, and 2) the much more rugged loveliness of the Octavia before him.

"Are lovely."

... he hadn't meant to slip like that, though.

[okteiviakom]

It was an off week all around.

Octavia still blinked.

"Debatable," she said, a little slow, "but thanks."

[my_own_advocate]

"Not debatable by anyone with taste," Lucifer said. He cleared his throat, realizing he'd gone a bit off track. "I'm getting another one of these, can I order you anything?"

[okteiviakom]

Off. Week.

Octavia shook her head. "I'm good," she said. "Just came here for the coffee." And hadn't gotten what she'd actually wanted, but oh well.

[my_own_advocate]

"I can always see about ordering you some PSL from abroad or something," Lucifer said, walking to the counter.

And wondering if maybe he should actually talk more about the past month or so.

[okteiviakom]

"We --"

No.

"Duke has a tub of pumpkin spice creamer." It was for her. Maybe she should've brought it over to the Samsara. "But it's not the same."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer placed his order, then looked over his shoulder at her. "What, like getting it in a small-town coffee joint?" Beat. "No offense."

[okteiviakom]

"It's not the same," Octavia repeated, simply.

[my_own_advocate]

"Right," Lucifer said. "Well, I'm sure raccoon-you managed to enjoy one or two of them, the way you were diving into those dumpsters."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't bother replying to that. She was watching him now, thinking about a few things.

Last Wednesday. The previous weekend.

And for whatever reason, Duke's worries about being left behind.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's eyebrows went up, though at least she didn't seem to be angry-brooding at him this time.

He wandered back to her table and sprawled back into his seat.

[okteiviakom]

She wasn't brooding. At least, she didn't think she was, though that didn't mean it didn't look like it from the outside.

"Did Duke tell you about our little trip?" she asked, after a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, your sudden and brief introduction to the wonderful late 40s," Lucifer said, sipping his drink.

[okteiviakom]

"That one," Octavia said with a little nod. "It was weird."

For a couple of reasons.

[my_own_advocate]

"It was a bit of a ridiculous caper, if I recall correctly," Lucifer said lightly. He tapped his cup absently. "But Lilith wants what she wants."

[okteiviakom]

"Not to be immortal," Octavia said, mild. Almost carefully so.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, well," Lucifer said. He contemplated his cup, or maybe just the ring that rested against it. "Apparently it didn't work out as she'd planned. I went to see her last week."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had both her hands around her own cup.

"And how was she?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Untalkative," Lucifer said. "And dying, by the looks of it."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's tone took on a faintly wry tilt. "Sounds very human to me."

[my_own_advocate]

"In this little run-down apartment, anonymous and wasting away," Lucifer said.

He brought up his cup again.

"Not how I thought she'd go."