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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

It had taken Lucifer this long, but he had finally had some time to sit down and watch the best-of Eurovision this year. He blamed Duke's boat and its lack of a convenient Netflix - or, well, Peacock - spot for the whole thing.

Either way, he'd come back from it with a renewed appreciation of the chanson. So he put some nice French wines on the menu, added a cheery FRANCE NIGHT above it in all caps, and sank down behind the piano to play.

"The only downside," he confided to Tiny at one point or another, "Is that I can't wave my hands around dramatically when I play it on piano."

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"The haircut would help," Lucifer said, taking a sip of his drink. "Honestly if it was up to me he'd never go back, but he gets all bleeding heart sometimes and then no one can stop him."

"I'll work on that, Lucifer," he said with a chuckle.

"Can't imagine wanting to go back to Haven personally," Dwight said after taking another drink. That town took everything from me. It's not all bad... at times...." he said with a shrug. "But I cant imagine anything that would make me want to go back."

"I've literally never seen anyone go to Haven without returning horribly traumatized somehow," said Lucifer.

He knew two whole people who had been there, being Octavia and Duke. That was enough.

"Well, glad he seems better and has someone looking out for him rather than taking advantage of him for a change..."Dwight said giving Lucifer a slight grin but also a look that said he hoped he was right with that assessment.

"Never would have expected it to be the devil himself. But hey, not even been a week here and Fandom seems chock full of surprises!"

"Oh, Octavia started that well before I got involved," Lucifer said, taking a sip of his drink. "But I like to think I contribute."

Even if Duke kept insisting on ridiculous terms like 'please don't dangle Audrey Parker out a window'. It was only dangling her out of the window, not dropping her.

"Good to know at least someone is starting to recover from their time in Haven," Dwight mused as he finished his drink.

"It'd be nice if it would stop yanking him back at the least opportune time," Lucifer said. "Last time we were on our way to the Bahamas on the Rouge when we were suddenly out a captain. Likely my Father's terrible sense of humor."

"Ok that is... slightly unnerving...." Dwight muttered, seriously hoping he didn't come across any random portals back to Haven.

"Yes, so be careful where you step," Lucifer said, "Or don't. It seems to be utterly random."

"Lovely..." Dwight glanced down at the empty drink in his hands. "Might take another one after all. Think I might need it..."

"I could always have Tiny pour you a scotch, it's much more effective in humans," Lucifer said, already waving at Tiny to get a new beer sent Dwight's way.

"Ya know, I think I might actually take you up on that. Think a scotch sound just about perfect right now."

"Good," Lucifer said. "Tiny? Get this poor Haven refugee some proper alcohol instead."

And lo, there was a glass of scotch.

"Ah there's the good stuff.." Dwight said taking a sip. "Been a while since I've had a good scotch. Other than the stuff Duke smuggled in and kept on hand for the Gull, Haven didn't really have any bars or good places to drink."

"See, I keep telling Duke there's nothing of value to be found in Maine," Lucifer said.

"Try not to think about it too much personally," Dwight said taking a drink. "I spent my entire life in Maine, and the last ten or so years of it in Haven. So, kind of a bitter sweet mix.... it gets complicated dealing with the emotions" he added with a sad chuckle.

"I honestly don't understand how either of you could live there all that time and feel anything 'complicated' about it besides 'run away from this boring-yet-traumatizing, lobster-roll-worshipping state'," Lucifer said.

Dwight thought for a moment, taking another sip of the scotch.

"I guess it's partly the idea that it's home. It's where you are from. So good or bad you always feel a sort of connection to it.... feel drawn to it. Even when that might not be the best thing for you."

Probably that way for most people... home roots die hard and always leave a little something behind.

Lucifer snorted. "You humans are adorable," he said. "I'd rather be shot in the head than return to the Silver City, myself."

"Well, that is a bit more of an option for you than it is for us mere mortals," Dwight said with a laugh. "Guess that is one of the things that sets us apart and makes us truly human- for better or for worse."

Dwight muttered that last part under his breath slightly as he turned his attention back to the glass in his hands.

"Or all Havenites are born with a bizarre, masochistic defect," Lucifer said, "That seems more likely."

"Touché!" Dwight said with an acknowledging nod.

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