The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Well. That was definitely one way to stop Lucifer from wandering away in the middle of his shift to go fishing with Duke again.

He stared at the smouldering remains of the piano. "That Viking bastard," he spat.

Well, he'd be dumping some of those ashes on Eric's doorstep and getting the rest of them professionally removed tonight while he brooded about his next steps. Vengeance. Vengeance would be his!

... he was glad Eric was playing again.

Comments

Have A Drink

[my_own_advocate]

Ignore... whatever's going on over there.

Stage/Axe Range

[my_own_advocate]

Not much to do here now besides listen to the music over the stereo and stare at those silhouettes dancing on the video screens.

Talk to Lucifer

[my_own_advocate]

Convince him not to buy a piano the size of the club, please.

Back Office

[my_own_advocate]

Or make another futile attempt to convince Eric to stop his end of this mess instead.

OOC

[my_own_advocate]

It's been almost a month so I think at this point I'm allowed to say 'jfc I still can't believe they gave Lucifer's daughter knife-wings what is this My Immortal?'.