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fandomtownies2021-01-27 05:20 pm
okteiviakom) wrote in fandomtownies2021-01-27 05:20 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening
It had only been a couple of days, but so far Octavia felt the breakfast deal between her and Duke seemed to be working. It was... nice, to not leave it fully up to whims and moods when they saw each other. Something felt a little more solid, a little less unwieldy. Like knowing that whatever happened during her shift tonight, wherever she ended up staying the night, she would still see him tomorrow morning, over breakfast.
Of course, first she had to actually get through this shift. No piano or jazz this week, either. The playlist was a little heavy on Florence + The Machine and similar artists, and had not been handpicked by Octavia. But she also didn't mind it.
As the night wore on, though, she was starting to notice the club seemed to be curiously out of limes.
And rum.
(She was yet to notice the lack of bananas.)
Of course, first she had to actually get through this shift. No piano or jazz this week, either. The playlist was a little heavy on Florence + The Machine and similar artists, and had not been handpicked by Octavia. But she also didn't mind it.
As the night wore on, though, she was starting to notice the club seemed to be curiously out of limes.
And rum.
(She was yet to notice the lack of bananas.)