The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had no clue what was up with the selection of music that was happening at the club tonight. Not that she'd given it much thought in the first place, beyond having gone to see if there was anything to be done about the playlist.

But there wasn't, so. It was just one of those nights, again.

There seemed to also be an abundance of fruit behind the bar. Octavia was mostly using it for snacking on throughout her shift.

[ooc: OH RIGHT IT'S WEDNESDAY. No OCD because no.]