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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

Lucifer was blissfully unaware of the island's shenanigans. What he was not blissfully unaware of was the state of the club. The designer had left him with a number of swatches to look at for colors, and he was taking that very seriously.

But first...

"Yes, just move them over there, excellent, there you go."

...there were the temporary indoor topiaries to install. Right in the axe range, of course, tastefully obscuring all the targets. They also came with excellent elaborate stands one could, say, hide all the axes in.

He'd fix this. Just you see.

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Talk to Tiny, who's less preoccupied with the decor.

Who doesn't want to bop around to the club soundtrack in front of some funny-shaped plants, really?

He's at the bar, trying to figure out if he could get away with a topiary cut into a pleasing naked human shape.

At some point, a familiarly suggestive pink portal blossomed into existence in the Devil's Nest, and the recently-winged Summer stepped through it (because who used doors? Gross), took a moment to look for the piano and and the expected Lucifer behind it, spotted him instead by the bar, and felt a wave of disappointment that she couldn't just pull up a chair beside the piano for the express purpose of sitting in it backwards.

So she fluttered (not very gracefully, she wasn't great with the wings yet) over to the bar as the portal winked back pit of existence behind her, leaned onto it, and said, "S'up, Luce? How goes it?

"New decs?"

Which was her sweet new abreev for decorations, obviously.

"No, they're actual plants, not decals," Lucifer said, looked up from his drink, and... blinked.

"No, not de--" Summer started, then stopped abruptly, as if she couldn't actually continue with that word, and, stymied by more than one syllable, just decided to forget it and shook her head.

"Well," she said instead, shifting to let her wings frame her just so, because she'd been practising that and various Instagram angles way more than she'd like to admit, "I like them. They add a nice..." She hummed thoughtfully, tilting her head, trying to find the right word, "green to the place."

That'll do!

"Miss Smith," Lucifer said, eyes widening with every step forward. "What on Earth have you done to yourself?"

On the one hand, he didn't particularly care about making a mockery of the divine. On the other hand-- he had strong feelings about wings.

So, what? Did he have issues with birds, too? Butterflies? Birdpeople? Angels weren't the only things with wings!

Obvious to any such claim of possessiveness over characteristics shared by a lot of entities, thank you very much, Summer just lifted her chin proudly, fluttered her eyelashes a little, and stretched those bad boys out a little (an effect which, let's be honest, made how difficult it was to actually sleep with these things entirely worth it).

"Oh, what?" she asked innocently. "You mean these?"

They were pink! And sparkled!

"Totes 'dorbs," apparently, she was just going to abbreviate everything now, "riiiight? I just woke up with them a few days ago, but I think I made them work for me."

Wings on celestial-derivative non-celestials, thank you.

"You look like a bloody children's toy," Lucifer said, "And not one of the good ones. One of the 80s cartoon boom knock-offs."

Had she poured glitter on them?

His brow knotted together into a frown as he moved around her to inspect them.

No, she did not! They just came that way!

Summer gave Lucifer's comments a withering sort of look, but she shifted a little to make it easier for him if he was really come and scope them out and be all judgey about it.

"The 80s are still kind of hot," she pointed out defiantly. "Peeps liked them at the bar on Wedns! And I bet even more will like them when I port to some more bars this eve. This is just a first stop."

She had hearts to go out and break, love 'em and leave 'em like the Bad Girl she was.

Edited 2021-09-03 14:49 (UTC)

"People at the bar are generally drunk," Lucifer said, and then made an actual tut-tutting noise.

Wings on humans did weird things to him, apparently.

"Not when they just walk in," Summer scoffed, tut-ing right back.

Even if she was preeeettty sure that Rey, at least, had definitely done some pre-gaming on Wednesday.

"If you won't be nice," she put her chin in the air a little, "I'll just have my shot and hit the road."

It was Friday, she had a lot of portaling into bars because ew, doors to do!

Edited 2021-09-03 20:10 (UTC)