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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

There was a party in town, and he hadn't felt like advertising some big shindig to the mainlanders who sometimes turned up; Lucifer expected to have a slow night at the bar.

So rather than take his usual spot behind the piano, he sank into a booth with a drink and his phone. He'd be grilling Ms. Lopez about the latest turn in her lovelife all night. Or whatever part of the night he decided to keep the place open, anyway.

dont ever let a man insult you about your deep knowledge of fake alien languages, miss lopez.

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For all your Tiny modding.

If you can wean him off his phone.

At some point in the evening, a courier would show up to deliver to Lucifer a small box, with no note and very little indication of who had sent the courier, but considering the variety of neatly and carefully packed jello shots that were settled within?

It shouldn't be too hard to guess who they were from.

You know. Just so he didn't have to miss out on obviously the best part of the party...

Tiny took the box from the courier and brought it to Lucifer with his general grave indifference written all over his face.

Lucifer looked up from his phone. "What is it?" he asked, and reached for the box.

"... Oh, well, hello, miss Smith. How thoughtful."

He pulled out his phone again, though this time it was to text Summer a simple, 🥃🥃👍👍🤘

At the door there was a Barry. A gremlin bit Barry in a Santa suit.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!" he laughed merrily as he walked into the bar, handing an oversized candy cane to Tiny and then headed over to Lucifer.

"A happy holiday to you good sir! Even though you are on the naughty list, Mrs. Claus told me I needed to provide you with a very special present!"

From the bag he was holding, "Santa" produced a large bottle of booze with a custom label entitled "Coal Dust Whiskey."

"I had my head Elf, Barry, make this just for you. Apparently Mrs. Claus thought a zillion proof whiskey might make you a tad bit tipsy for the holiday."

Granted Lucifer probably wouldn't feel a thing but ~~Summer~~ Mrs. Claus wanted to Barry to give it a shot.

Lucifer looked up at him, squinted... and then burst out snickering. "Why, if it isn't miss Smith's nerdy boyfriend," he said. "Enjoying the holiday, are we?"

He was taking that bottle, though. "And thank you for your attentiveness. My liver may thank you."

"Of course! It is the season of giving and mass-commercialization of a religious holiday that pushes the idea of me to small children who really should be wary of old men handing out gifts!" Santa said with a chuckle.

Apparently a bit of Barry was still in the back of gremlin-bit!Santa's head.

"Enjoy your beverage Lucifer Morningstar and Merry Christ... Oh. You probably don't want to hear that. Happy Holidays! Ho! Ho! Ho!"

"Cheers," Lucifer said brightly, lifting up the bottle. "You may be the only saint worthy of the name."

Regardless of whether or not it worked, he clearly owed Summer and Barry a thank-you note.