The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Their two weeks' vacation had come to an end. And it had been good. Just... good, no ifs or buts.

So why had Lucifer's stomach been in a knot over it since their last night there, give or take?

He was glad to resume his shifts at the Nest tonight. He hadn't moved back into his house yet, tempted as he had been at times over the past few days, but this place gave some breathing room.

When he settled at the piano, it was to play through a number of pop songs, moving from age to age. Here Comes the Sun as an opener, past some Elton John and Michael Jackson, into, well. "This year's love had better last..."

Somewhere halfway in he got back into the flow of it, and let that carry his complicated, hard-to-reach feelings away for a time.

Comments

Have A Drink

[my_own_advocate]

Please consult Tiny for your options.

Listen to the Music

[my_own_advocate]

Enjoy that journey through pop history from somewhere in the club. Or enjoy the return of the plants to the axe range after two weeks of Luciferlessness.

Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

It's probably best if you wait until he returns to the bar after his set. He seems rather into the playing, at the moment.

Back Office

[my_own_advocate]

Are you there, Eric?

OOC

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