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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

"Are you certain there isn't an earlier moment you can get here?" Lucifer sighed, leaning against the bar with his phone pressed against his ear. "Is this a money thing? Because I can fix a money issue quite-- prior engagement, yes, I know..."

The one genuinely great interior designer in the region, and of course they were booked full. Sigh.

Still, what would be the point in settling for less? They already had less. Much, much less.

"No, I won't hold--"

He'd get there. Eventually.

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Ignore Lucifer, order from Tiny.

Knowing full well that Prompto would be quite occupied well into the wee hours of morning and that Gladio would be arriving by shuttle, as per tradition, in the morning, Ignis was going to take the opportunity to enjoy in the rare moments when he needn't concern himself with any of his compatriots, and it also followed that he would spend that slice of time in one of the spots around the island that he'd sort of taken on as a favorite, although very sporatic, haunt.

He actually hadn't been in since the remodel, or even since the incident with the hole at all, for that matter, so he was certainly taking particular note of the new decor as he sipped at another fine vintage of red wine from the selection that had yet to disappoint.

The expansion of the axe range was an....interesting choice. Probably not the one he would have made, but he could certainly see it being wise if there was a particular demand.

The positioning of the piano, however, he was having a far more difficult time attempting to comprehend...

"Free drinks for life if you throw an axe through the piano," Eric said quietly, appearing from the shadows.

Oh, there were many ways to catch the attention of a man like Ignis Scientia, Eric, and an appeal to frugality would always be one of them.

"I must admit," he replied, with an intrigued loft of his brow and a lowered voice to match the clandedtine nature of this proposal, "my talents tend to lie more with weapons that suggest a bit more...finesse than the stalwart axe, but with an offer like that, I'd be a fool not to at least try..."

"Moving it there is basically asking to have an axe thrown through it," Eric said. "However finesse-less."

Oh, there would still be finesse. This was Ignis we were talking about here, it was impossible for him to do almost anything without proper flair. It just wouldn't be quite as confidently executed as it may have been with daggers or, better yet, a lance.

He glanced over at the piano again. "The placement does seem rather obstinate, doesn't it?" he mused, considered it a moment longer, and then turned his attention resolutely back on Eric. "Very well. You have a deal. An axe through the piano, and my cup runneth over."

Not literally, he should hope. That would make a terrible mess, and wine stains were awfully stubborn.

Lucifer hasn't gotten behind it yet. But he has dragged it to the center of the axe range, roughly where the axe-throwers are supposed to stand.

Just trying something out.

A challenge had been issued, and Ignis, always a fan of a good deal when he saw one, currently stood at the far end of the axe range, weapon du jour in one of his hands as he considered, carefully, the distance between himself and the piano. Hefted the weapon with careful consideration of weight distribution and difference compared to his usual daggers, adjusted a stance accordingly. Drew in a breath, released it, gave his glasses a slight adjustment, and, with all the flair of a man who regarded style as highly as substance and many years of strict training under his studded belt, let the axe fly.

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It was a very spirited try that would have no doubt done incredible damage to the sad piano Eric had bought to make up for the one the raccoons had murdered. Sadly, Lucifer was in tonight, and he was not amused.

He shot forward and caught the axe mid-air, inches away from the piano properly. His eyes flared red with anger...

...not at Ignis, but at Eric. "Using humans to do your bidding now, are you, you tasteless coward?" he snapped, and hurled the axe right at the vampire.

Eric hit the floor with vampire speed as the axe chunked into wall behind him. "I'm not tasteless!"

That was the problematic part, Eric? Really?

And Ignis, for his part and rather foolishly thinking any of this actually had anything to do with him, relaxed from being poised and ready for his own dodge move, half expecting the axe to make its rounds and be volleyed back his way next.

But seeing as he was quite safe from such a maneuvers now...

"Well," he murmured, squaring his shoulders with dignity as he adjusted any undue disorder to his jacket (yes, in August), "I can see now that perhaps a lifetime of free drinks wasn't necessarily the grandiose prize it had initially seemed..."

Perhaps he should try another. This time charged with lightning?

Slightly less dangerous than fire, he imagined, though neither were exactly ideal for a bar setting...

Lucifer turned his head slowly and eyed Ignis.

The red boiled out of his eyes maybe a second too late not to be noticed. Possibly on purpose.

"Don't you dare," he said flatly.

"You put the piano in a fucking stupid place," Eric snapped.

And as a new drama seemed to be unfolding right before his eyes, one that he was clearly a mere tangential accessory to in this moment, Ignis was just glad that he had kept his wine close enough at hand that all he needed to do was merely reach for it anx shift back as if stepping out of the picture entirely.

Or at least for now.

Yes, Ignis, flee while you can!

"I'm not sure where else I could put it, considering you turned the entire club into an axe range!" Lucifer yelled.

"It had its own corner!"

A small, poorly lit corner near the bathrooms! Who could ask for anything better?

"It's a piano. And a stage," Lucifer said flatly. "This is a bar, you can't have-- the axe range take up more space than the stage, regardless of your feelings about pianos!"