The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

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Nothing quite as invigorating as spending some time among spring breakers, but Lucifer had been club owner for long enough to spin a situation for his own advantage.

By putting up ads online talking about that party island you all heard about, but with CLASS.

He hadn't put out enough word to warrant a crowd, but there was a steady drip of curious and moderately pretentious I'm-a-REAL-grown-up-now mid-to-late twentysomethings strolling in and out of the bar. So he cracked out the Adele and a bit more of the least offensive pop of the past ten years and focused on that.

Honestly, spending more time around random attractive humans that he didn't actually have to have serious conversations with this week was doing wonders for his mood.

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Have A Drink

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Bug Tiny.

Music!

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Lucifer might slip in a bit of classical here and there, but only the dancy bits.

Talk to Lucifer

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Behind the piano, or at the bar.

Back Office

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Eric's place.

OOC

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