The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't been in for a couple of weeks, but that didn't matter much. Everything was the same as it always was, with piano bar-y music in the background, Tiny serving drinks, and the axe-throwing range fully operational.

That Octavia herself was exhausted in a way that stopped being a feeling altogether and just seemed to come right from her bones, well... That wasn't as unusual as it should have ideally been, either.

But she was there, behind the counter, doing her best to not look like she wanted to go home to sleep.

(She'd been doing it since Friday. Thought she was even getting pretty good at it.)

[ooc: OCD free because I am also tired.]

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[okteiviakom]

"The bigger one, yeah."

Maybe that distinction made some kind of difference. She wasn't sure.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Huh," Dante said, then shrugged. "Take it you didn't have a good time. Get me a vodka?"

[okteiviakom]

"Flavored or plain?"

Focusing on the important parts here.

[rebelseekspizza]

"You know me," Dante said, grinning and tossing her a wink.

[okteiviakom]

"Barely," Octavia deadpanned.

As she went to grab the strawberry vodka.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged. "Eh, good enough," he said. "Give me something that tastes like strawberries and I'm good, you figured that out."

[okteiviakom]

"Because you ordered it."

[rebelseekspizza]

"So?" Dante asked.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia just rolled her eyes - though only barely - and poured him his drink, so she could set it down in front of him.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Talked to your diner guy the other day," Dante added, taking his drink and sipping it. "He seems nice."

[okteiviakom]

"He mentioned," Octavia shamelessly modded said. "And he is."

Duke was a lot of things, but to Octavia, nice had definitely always been one of them.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Glad to hear it," Dante said easily. "Said you weren't doing so hot lately."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's tiny, dry snort was answer enough, right?

It was all he was getting in this exact moment, anyway. Octavia stalled by getting herself a glass.

[rebelseekspizza]

"And I don't need to tell you you don't owe me shit about it," Dante added. "But if you ever need to punch shit or spar it out or whatever, I'm hard to break."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia paused. Not just in terms of silence, but paused action as well. But she didn't look up.

"Already have someone like that."

No, she had a celestial she kept throwing some of her worst coping impulses at.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged. "Cool," he said. "Just an offer. I know punching things always makes me feel better."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noncommittal little noise. And pushed on into continuing what she'd been doing.

The silence stretched on for a moment longer, though.

"Duke was gone for a couple of weeks."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante sagged against the bar a little, all casual relaxation. (The advantage of the long hair was that nobody had to see his eyes when they went sharp if he didn't want them to.) "His idea or no?"

[okteiviakom]

"No."

Very much no.

[rebelseekspizza]

And the sharpness she couldn't see was gone again. "Fuck," Dante said sympathetically.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia agreed, dry and flat. "We were at sea, and the first morning, he was just gone."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Sorry," Dante said. "That had to have freaked you out."

[okteiviakom]

This dry look you were getting, now, Dante? You'd earned it.

By stating something so obvious.

(Yes, she knew he was offering sympathy, but she didn't know what to do with it right now. Except that.)

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged it off. "How'd he get back?"

[okteiviakom]

"Multiverse dumped him in the duck pond when it was done playing with him."

It was a very Fandom thing to say.