The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"What on Earth has Eric done to the bar?!"

Lucifer stared at the massive axe range in absolute horror. And then the rafters. And the piano space. And the bar.

This was going to cost so much time and effort to fix.

He strolled towards the bar with big bloody steps, his repressive zen of the past few days immediately forgotten as he reached for his phone. "I'm going to get an interior decor-- call incoming?"

He lifted the phone to his ear. "... Linda?"

"Lucifer, why the Hell am I in Baltimore?!"

It was going to be a night.

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[superjoanjett]

So in the news yesterday there had been a note about Lucifer & Co. falling onto a boat. And since Jessica had been doing work off island or just hiding in her room, she figured a drop in might be needed.

And for once she brought her own booze. Specifically the bottle of very good whiskey that Lucifer had given her months ago.

She grabbed two glasses from the bar (probably earning a glare from Tiny) and started pouring out a good measure for both herself and Lucifer.

"Heard you were back. Figured you might like a drink," she said in greeting.

Because "Hello" and other pleasantries were for other people.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer whirled around. "Have you seen what Eric has done to my club?!"

His club, Lucifer. His club.

[superjoanjett]

"Honestly I only worry about the booze," Jessica said looking at the axe throwing range and shrugging.

She added more whiskey to his glass and pushed it towards him. "Here. It's the good stuff and not my usual paint stripper."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm getting him back for this," Lucifer groused, but he took the drink. "Thank you, Miss Jones."

Give him a second, he'd remember he'd missed her.

[superjoanjett]

Jessica would give him a second. She had been friends long enough with Lucifer to know what to expect.

"Hell hath no fury like the actual devil being scorned?" Jessica offered as she sipped her own drink and made a face.

"This tastes too good."

[my_own_advocate]

"Actual Devil, possibly God," Lucifer muttered. Not that saying it aloud meant he'd actually processed it. "And yes, obviously, that's what it's expensive whiskey for."

He looked up at her and blinked, like he'd only just realized who it was. "... and long time no see, Miss Jones."

[superjoanjett]

"I've been busy. Off island or hiding from weird shit," she said looking at the whiskey and then downing it like a heathen and pouring more. "Heard you slammed into a boat yesterday and-"

Wait.

"Did you say possibly God?"

[my_own_advocate]

"My Father may have retired and I may have gone to war for the Heavenly throne," Lucifer said, and promptly took a large sip of his drink.

[superjoanjett]

There was a long pause as Jessica just looked at Lucifer trying to get some perspective on that statement.

She had none.

She pushed the bottle towards Lucifer and signaled Tiny for her usual. "I think you need this more than me and I think I need my usual for this conversation."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had been spending most of her free time at home reading poetry and playing piano - piano lessons without gloves with her roommate had become quite a favourite occupation - but it had been far too long since she had stopped by Devil's Nest to play.

Entering, she was pleasantly surprised to see who was back.

[my_own_advocate]

"Miss Sharpe," Lucifer greeted tersely. "I'm sorry about... whatever happened to the piano area."

[crimson_sister]

"What did happen to the piano area," Lucille asked, looking at the axe range, unimpressed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Apparently this club got caught in a hole of some kind," Lucifer said, "and this is Eric's idea of a renovation."

[crimson_sister]

"Really?" Lucille said. "He seemed supportive of my playing here when I spoke with him. People can be so disappointing."

[my_own_advocate]

"The stage used to be twice the size it is, and the axe range half the size," Lucifer said. He was already thinking about ways to correct this.

[crimson_sister]

"I am sure you can sort it out," Lucille said, with sincere confidence in Lucifer. "Unless you are leaving again?"

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I've... decided I need to stay here for a while," Lucifer said.

He hadn't even checked in on Los Angeles yet. But since no one from LA - bar Linda, who wasn't in LA, and Amenadiel and Charlie, who also weren't - had called him so far, he had a feeling he knew what had happened.

[texted3times]

"I didn't rename it Eric's," Eric said, "though I was tempted. You're back. Did you bring the rest of my employees with you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"You realize this is ridiculous," Lucifer told him. "And at least fifty years out of date."

[texted3times]

Which was cutting edge for vampires!

"It's bright and airy--" and kind of Viking-adjacent, go figure--"and has plenty of space for people with weapons to not hit anyone other than their dumb selves," Eric countered. "And it still has a piano."

Tucked into a corner. In the dark. Because Eric was petty.

[my_own_advocate]

"And let me guess, you came up with this ugly, dank nonsense on your own," Lucifer said. He shook his head. "You don't need your bartender back, you need a bloody interior decorator."

Luckily Lucifer had one on speed dial!

... in LA.

[texted3times]

"I used an interior decorator!"

Who was also a vampire, so.

[my_own_advocate]

"I find that highly doubtful," Lucifer told him.

[texted3times]

"He died at the height of French Baroque, so for him, this is extremely minimal," Eric said. "You could've come back to Versailles puking everywhere."

But that wouldn't have gone with an axe range.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I actually have good memories of Versailles," Lucifer countered, "Not whatever backwards mead hall this turned into."