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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[texted3times]

"I would be happy?" Eric replied oh-so-sweetly.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because you're a vindictive Viking with absolutely no taste," Lucifer agreed.

[texted3times]

"I have amazing taste," Eric said. "Leather pants go with everything."

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said, "And I say this as someone who certainly enjoys a good pair of leather pants under the right circumstances."

Were you a vampire or a strippogram, Eric?

[texted3times]

Why not both?

"What aren't the right circumstances?"