The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer arrived at the Devil's Nest fairly late, for his standards, after spending most of the day with Octavia - and chances were he'd leave early-ish to spend the night with her, as well.

But for the time being, the Devil was back in his nest, sitting behind the piano with a nice martini and some of recent history's least ear-torturing piano-pop.

And questioning Tiny's choices.

"A porg-themed cocktail? Are you mad?"

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Have a Drink

[my_own_advocate]

Mod your Tiny here.

Music!

[my_own_advocate]

Dance, listen, ignore it.

Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

At the bar, or behind the piano.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[texted3times]

"Would the cocktail look like a porg or taste like a porg?" Eric asked, coming in the front door completely covered in beads and glitter. "Mardi Gras says hello, by the way. I will never be clean again."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked up from the piano. "Well, you certainly haven't tried," he observed.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[texted3times]

"This was the farewell from the New Orleans Portalocity office," Eric said. "They had extras."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted.

"Well, it was uneventful back here," he said. "No beads, dirty or otherwise."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[texted3times]

"I would never take dirty beads from a Portalocity office," Eric said, snickering. "God only knows what disease you could pick up from that."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Probably something interesting that makes you see the multiverse right before you die," Lucifer mused.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[texted3times]

"Not finding out," Eric sing-songed. "I didn't make it to a thousand by being stupid."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't know, making it to a thousand seems relatively easy if you just choose not to leave the house much," Lucifer said, taking a sip of his drink. "But at least you survived another mardi gras."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[texted3times]

"I leave the house plenty," Eric said. "I just bring my own sex toys with me."

What a very normal conversation to have, Eric.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah, you're a BYOB orgy-goer," Lucifer acknowledged. "Very polite as well as hygienic."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[betterthanaplan]

Duke found him at the piano. “John Legend. Nice.”

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Figured I shouldn't spend all of my time on the classics," Lucifer said, looking up at him with a grin. "Evening."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[betterthanaplan]

"Evening." Duke settled into his usual lean against the piano and grinned back. "How'd your, uh. Day go?"

Octavia had told him about the therapist speed dating plan. Not that she'd phrased it even a little bit that way.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"I took Octavia psychiatrist-shopping, which was grueling and tiring, ended on a bit of tentative hope, and fruit bowls," Lucifer said, reaching for his drink.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded and swallowed down a twinge of guilt at not even having so much as looked at the list of names and numbers Lucifer had sent him. He buried this in another sip of his drink. "So it went okay, then."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Considering it involved Octavia and talking about serious things to strangers," Lucifer said, "It could have gone much worse. No one bled, no one cried, no one stomped off in a sullen huff."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded, raising his eyebrows. "Impressive." He let his face drop back to something more neutral, glancing off across the club. "Thanks, uh, for doing that, by the way. If I would have tried, I'm pretty sure she would have glared me down and rejected all of them on principle."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer eyed him. "That sounds extremely unlikely," he said. "You can manage sitting there and trying not to hover as well as I can."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[betterthanaplan]

"You didn't have seven or eight bags last week just about how hard you try to fix things." He was obsessing over that word again. Dammit. "You haven't gravely insulted her repeatedly by asking her to 'try'."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Yeah, definitely eyeing him now.

"No, I just called a series of psychiatrists who can prescribe her anti-depressants and then took her to see them," Lucifer agreed, "Which I'm sure she would have done with you just as semi-painlessly had you not dithered for weeks about doing the same."

Back Office

[my_own_advocate]

Eric's haunt.

OOC

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