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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

It was Friday night, the Nest was open, and the Devil was worried.

He was sublimating by interfering and fussing over Tiny's work all evening. Eventually, he just shoved Tiny out of the bar area entirely and dedicated himself to making a series of overly complicated cocktails.

About an hour after opening, they'd wind up on a tray on the bar, just waiting for someone to come grab one. They technically cost money, but Lucifer wasn't paying that much attention right now.

Tiny might have swept back in somewhere along the way, though.

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Come on, bug Tiny. Or take a cocktail from the bar.

Once Lucifer gets back behind the piano, it's mostly just the piano bar classics tonight.

Behind the piano, or at the bar.

For Eric.

Eric was in the back on the phone with Pam making sure Fangtasia was ready with enough cheap rum to deal with the Mardi Gras revelers, which reminded him...

He went upstairs. "Lucifer, are we going to care about Mardi Gras here?"

"Hm?" Lucifer looked up from the cocktails, distracted. "Care about what?"

"Mardi Gras," Eric repeated. "Drinking, beads, girls showing strangers their breasts?"

"Good excuse to milk the mainland for cash?" Lucifer offered.

"True, but in my long experience it also leads to gross, sticky floors, broken glassware and way too many drunk women crying in the bathroom," Eric said.

Lucifer eyed him. "You have an axe range in the club," he pointed out. "Blood also leads to sticky floors, I don't see how beer is any different."

Eric perked right up. "Has there been blood on the floor?"

"Not recently," Lucifer said, sighed, and threw a glance Tiny's way. "Get the man a TruBlood with some vodka or something."

"Lots of vodka," Eric said, glancing at the tray of drinks. "What'd you make?"

"Just a few things I haven't tried in some time," Lucifer said. "The fat-washed mezcal is still in the fridge, but you might enjoy that. And I suppose you could just add some TruBlood to the Bloody Marys."

"I do enjoy a Bloody Mary," Eric said, motioning for Tiny to add the TruBlood to that drink. "What is fat-washed mezcal?"

"Mezcal infused with pork fat," Lucifer said, reaching for his martini. "It's better than it sounds."

Eric made a little face. "It would almost have to."

Lucifer snorted. "You're a vampire," he said, "I'm sure you've drank worse."

"I lived through the Middle Ages, so of course I have," Eric said. "I'm just not sure I want to do it for fun."

"Live a little," Lucifer said, amused. "They'll be done by tomorrow. You can bug... that tiny creature who hosts here on Saturdays about it."

"Allie," Eric said, smiling. "She worked here many years ago."

"Bit mousey for a vampire, isn't she?"

"Oh you should see the ones in Louisiana," Eric said. "Redneck vampires are real."

Lucifer sighed. "They stopped making good vampires in the 1600s, didn't they?"

"Well, Pam was in the 1800s but generally, yes."

"I take it she's not a redneck."

"She's perfect," Eric said, grinning. "You'd like her. She runs my bar in Shreveport."

"Bit like Maze, then, back in the day," Lucifer mused. "Though Maze quit and became a bounty hunter. She's still very excited about it."

"Never tell Pam that's an option," Eric said. "That would be right up her alley."

"I've never seen Maze more delighted than the day she found out hunting humans was a job."

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of," Eric said, laughing. "She does it for free right now. If she knows there's a paycheck involved, I've just lost my right hand."

"Is she attractive?" Lucifer asked. "... I'm just asking for reference. Maze might need a second some day."

Eric pulled out his phone and flipped to a photo of Pam. "I wouldn't kick her out of bed," he said with a little smirk. "And I haven't, really, for a hundred years."

Lucifer tilted his head. "Were I not burned out on casual sex, I would absolutely sleep with her," he agreed. "I don't remember - did you ever meet Maze?"

Eric tilted his head as he thought. "Was she one that calls you Lucy?"

"... No, you're thinking of my brother," Lucifer said, shooting him an amused look. "Easy mistake."

Eric grinned. "Did she come with him?"

"No, that was Linda," Lucifer said, quickly scrolling through his phone-- "Ah, here." He held up the phone.

"Oooh," Eric said, smiling. "Very nice. I would definitely hire her to kill people for me if I wasn't a stickler for doing it myself."

"She has more fun when she gets to retrieve and torture them a bit, anyway," Lucifer said, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Demons, you know how they are."

"I don't have a ton of experience," Eric admitted. "Werewolves, yes, vampires, witches, fairies...but not demons."

"They're very stabby and they love knives, sex, and torture," Lucifer offered.

"Really," Eric said, "My kind of fun."

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