The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"From the back of your big brown eyes, I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could; And I hoped you would..."

Lucifer wasn't in a particularly anything kind of mood tonight. That much would be obvious, as he bounced from piano classics to pop songs with little regard for anything bar what he felt like playing in the moment.

Still, it was a decidedly less depressing set than last Tuesday, and he was even getting up and away from that piano several times for a drink or two.

Tiny had sighed, and put up a sign declaring it MARGARITA NIGHT near the entrance.

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Re: Have A Drink

[designateddadfriend]

Travis raised his hand. “You’re right. Sorry. I hope you all are happy, though.”

Re: Have A Drink

[okteiviakom]

Octavia tipped her glass faintly in his direction. "Also none of your business."

He had to have seen that one coming, right?

Re: Have A Drink

[designateddadfriend]

Travis raised an eyebrow, her defensiveness making him wonder if this arrangement wasn’t actually aboveboard.

“Not big on casual conversation, are you.” He raised a hand. “Let me guess: that’s also ‘none of my business’.”

Re: Have A Drink

[okteiviakom]

This was not what defensive looked like on Octavia, though. That would have been much more aggressive.

This was just dry.

Like her little snort just now. "You're already catching on."

Re: Have A Drink

[designateddadfriend]

Well. He should have known the small town friendliness would end somewhere.

“Well. Enjoy your drink, then. Whether that’s my business or not.”

Re: Have A Drink

[okteiviakom]

At least Octavia gave him something of a courteous (bro-)nod, to finish off this interaction?

But yes, he would have to look elsewhere for friendly.