The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

It was another Wednesday evening at the club, and Octavia was feeling faintly sluggish. Which was kind of annoying, really, considering she'd actually slept okay - for once - last night.

But whatever. There was an abundance of fresh oranges behind the bar tonight, and she was slowly looking up mixed drinks that called for them.

Though mostly she was just eating them, instead.

[ooc: Open, no OCD because it already took me long enough to get this posted, omg.]

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[betterthanaplan]

Duke was still covered in glitter from his class earlier. And smelling faintly of coconut and hairspray.

And he was looking to share, dammit.

"Ha yun," he greeted with a tired (and glittery) wave. He wondered how far into the bar he could get before Tiny turned bouncer on him in sheer defense of the aesthetic.

[okteiviakom]

"Ha yun," Octavia greeted back - right before the light caught him just right, and her head tilted a little. "Chit don kom au?"

Tiny was casting him something of a wary look now too.

[betterthanaplan]

"Object lesson on glitter clean up," Duke said. "It is . . . really hard to do."

[okteiviakom]

"This was for your class?"

She really shouldn't have been surprised.

[betterthanaplan]

"Yep." Duke slouched to the bar, trailing glitter behind him like a snail. "There was a glitter trap over the door."

[okteiviakom]

"A glitter trap," Octavia repeated, faintly unimpressed.

As soon as he was there, she reached out, foolishly, to try and brush some of it out his hair.

[betterthanaplan]

Congrats, Octavia, there was now glitter all over your hand.

Also some coconut oil.

"Bucket full of glitter. Propped over the door." Duke let out a long sigh. "I think I made the moose mad again."

[okteiviakom]

Oh, but it wasn't all over her hand, she'd only used a couple of fingers!

... Of course, then she rubbed those fingers against her thumb, confused by the oily texture. So now it was all over her hand.

Also, she sniffed it, and, "Why does this smell like coconut?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Coconut oil is supposed to help get it off your skin." Duke shrugged. "And hairspray is supposed to work on the clothes. I am not holding my breath."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia turned her sparkly hand back and forth a few times, then shook her head.

"This is gonna be everywhere."

He was probably already aware of that, by the looks of it.

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah." Duke nodded with a long sigh. "I know."

[okteiviakom]

"Well, come on then," Octavia said after a beat to consider it, waving him closer, over the bar.

She was too tired to care about further glitter, and wanted at least a little peck of a kiss hello.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke gave her a wide-eyed look. "You sure? I'm kinda . . . gross."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him something of a withering look in return.

One of his partners cared about 'gross'. This was not that one.

[betterthanaplan]

"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Duke leaned up over the bar towards her.

[okteiviakom]

"Mochof," Octavia said, and met him in the middle.

It was a bit more than just a peck, although the hand on his cheek was there very lightly. (Like that mattered: it was the same hand she'd already got glitter on.)