The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It had been several days since Lucifer found out that Duke had apparently been manipulated into murdering someone and barely saw anything wrong about that. He was still annoyed. 'Overabundance of energy'-levels of annoyed.

(Maybe the correct word was 'angry', but it wasn't like he could show up in Audrey's bedroom and glower at her. She might even be dead! He was beginning to hope so!)

Eventually, he found a channel for all of that restless energy. "It's been ages since we had a good mainland-inclusive night," he told Tiny. "I'm going to put out some Instagram posts in the usual channels, I will text you the list of drinks to order. Work on your cocktail game. Well? What are you waiting for? This is important--"

It was not, but at least it kept him off the street.

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Have A Drink

[my_own_advocate]

When Tiny isn't picking through extremely detailed bulk drink orders.

Listen to the Music

[my_own_advocate]

Apparently it's become a Beethoven night.

Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

At the bar on the phone, or behind the piano.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[superjoanjett]

Jessica had returned to her spot at the bar yesterday with her pile of documentation and a laptop. Any time that Tiny tried to approach her with a cocktail she’d cursed him out until she got a bourbon refill. Sometime when Lucifer wasn’t playing she’d give him a nod of acknowledgment/hello.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Miss Jones!"

Behind Lucifer, Tiny blinked. He hadn't heard Lucifer sound remotely near that pleased all night.

Luce ignored him. He was already making his way to Jessica at the bar.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[superjoanjett]

Jessica smiled slightly (Which honestly is a lot for her) and raised her glass in response. "I know. It's been a while. I had a case off island," she said gesturing at the paperwork. "Hopefully your liquor sales didn't go to hell. What's with the classical music tonight?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"I just felt like something with a bit more oomph than the usual pop," Lucifer said, and by 'oomph' he meant 'anger'. "How was your case?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[superjoanjett]

"Scared the shit out of scumbag scientist and a beat up a racist prison guard," Jessica said with a shrug. "Other than that it's still a work in progress. Anything weird happen while /i was gone?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"People woke up with mood rocks on their bellies and went through some new, hellish emotion every day," Lucifer offered. "That one was annoying."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[superjoanjett]

Jessica twitched slightly at that. "Glad I missed that one," she replied dryly. "Makes up for sitting in a fleabag hotel with shitty internet for a week. How've you been holding up weird mood rocks aside?"

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, Duke vanished for two weeks while we were supposed to be on vacation on the ocean," Lucifer said, "Then came back horribly traumatized, and now it's all dramatic aftermath."

He took a sip of his whiskey. "Makes one miss a good barfly."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[superjoanjett]

Jessica frowned slightly at that. "That's a pretty shitty vacation," she noted but there was more sympathy than snark in her voice. "Dramatic aftermath aside is he recovering?"

Emotional trauma was very familiar terrain for Jessica Jones.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Depending on the time of day he's either in denial or breaking down randomly at nothing," Lucifer sighed.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

Octavia showed up late in the evening.

It had been a long day. She was quiet as she drifted up to Lucifer's side at the bar.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"Well," Lucifer said, "Look what dragged herself in."

He was much more subdued than he'd been at the start of the evening. She could thank miss Jones for that.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

And yet still no match to how subdued Octavia was.

She stood a little too close to him for someone who wasn't currently actually touching him, while looking past him at Tiny to put in her order. "Apple soda. Thanks."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

"How are you doing?" Lucifer asked, his hand straying briefly against the small of her back.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned into it, which was to say she shifted her weight faintly in just the right way to make that little bit of contact firmer.

It wouldn't have looked like it was on purpose to an outsise observer, and that was all that mattered.

"I'm tired."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had known her long enough that his palm immediately flattened against her back and stayed there.

"And yet you still came to see me," he teased softly. "I'm flattered."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

"You're not tiring," Octavia replied, finally looking up at his face.

It was supposed to be teasing, too, but didn't quite get there. How exhausted she looked around the eyes might have had a little to do with that.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached up with his other hand and brushed his thumb along some of those exhausted lines under her eye. "I can close up," he said quietly. "If you'd like."

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[okteiviakom]

There was a pretty clear moment of internal warring that happened.

Then she gave him a tiny nod. Said nothing about it.

Re: Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded. He looked up at Tiny.

"The club is dead," he said, "Let's just close this up."

His hand strayed along her back for another long moment, before he broke away to go turn down the lights.

Back Office

[my_own_advocate]

Hi, Eric!

OOC

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