The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm incredibly done with this," Lucifer informed Tiny on his way in. Not without reason: he had seen that hand going for the rum, and he wasn't having it. "Jack Daniels only tonight."

Tiny eyed him.

"On specials," Lucifer clarified, rolling his eyes.

Tiny sighed and obligingly went over to make the sign.

TONIGHT'S SPECIAL:
JACK DANIELS
and any drink
containing
a measure of Jack

There. Much better.

"And I am continuing this Frank Sinatra theme at the piano," he added, and did just that.

Comments

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

"Were you?"

There was something softer at the edges of her expression, if he knew how to look.

(She'd meant to joke to begin with, but, well. Those dark thoughts hadn't been quite that quick to leave.)

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

“Yes,” Lucifer said, his expression unapologetically fond. “I always prefer my house with you in it.”

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

Octavia considered his face for a moment.

(Let that fond look do stupid things inside her chest.)

Then she reached up to press a quick kiss over one corner of his mouth. "Then prepare to share your covers."