The Devil’s Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps we could spice up the piano a little bit," Lucifer said, leaning against the bar with a drink in his hand and an apathetic Tiny at his side. "Add some lights. Perhaps some neon? No?"

He took a sip.

"Don't get me wrong, I do like the club like this," he said. "But I am missing a bit of... sparkle."

Tiny reached for another glass, and proceeded to wash it.

The specials board simply said MARTINIS 30 PERCENT OFF.

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[alwaysonguard]

"Keeping it sweet and simple with the special tonight it seems," Dwight said with a smirk as he walked in and took a seat at the bar. "Good to see the piano is back and in one piece."

[my_own_advocate]

"Eric and I came to a truce," Lucifer said, by which he meant he'd stopped using the club as his personal processing tool. "But it is quite a lovely piano, isn't it?"

[alwaysonguard]

"It is. And it's not on fire either!" Dwight pointed out because you know, that was a big improvement over the last few weeks.

"Any other changes around here since I last stopped by? Decided to finally add some good beer to the drink offerings" Dwight asked with a grin, cuz hey, two miracles could have happened right?

[my_own_advocate]

"Actually good beer, or the cheap swill you're used to?" Lucifer asked, frowning at him.

[alwaysonguard]

"Oh let's go fancy. Impress me," Dwight said simply.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer actually deigned to duck behind the bar himself this time.

He set a dark bottle with an ornate label down in front of Dwight. "There you go. A barrel-aged imperial stout from San Diego."

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight took the bottle and looked at it a moment before taking a drink.

"Not bad...not bad at all. I mean I'm probably not going to restock my entire fridge with it right away" he said with a smirk. "But it is a very good beer."

[my_own_advocate]

"If your fridge is mostly Bud Lite, I don't want to hear about it," Lucifer informed him.

[alwaysonguard]

"I'm insulted" Dwight said in mock horror. "My taste buds are not that dead." The fact that it was mostly Old Milwaukee in his apartment was not something he felt needed to be mentioned.

[my_own_advocate]

"Can you really fault me for assuming so?" Lucifer asked. He didn't feel Dwight could.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight gave lucifer a look and then nodded. "Ok yeah, got me there...I have had my lite beer moments. But this one is actually really good."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer said, mollified. "So how has your life been these past few weeks? Nothing catastrophic?"

A sudden power swap, perhaps?

[alwaysonguard]

"It's actually been pretty quiet. Went on the trip to Baltimore and had a good time. Just been getting back into a routine and working on some new projects with Amaya. So same ole same ole really. How about you and your people?"

[my_own_advocate]

"We're just at roughly the usual level of weekly catastrophe, bar a mojo pilfering," Lucifer said. "Trying to figure out retirement plans, arguing about it, that sort of thing."

[alwaysonguard]

"That sounds... fun" Dwight said with a slow nod. "So retirement hun? Settling down on the island or heading off again somewhere exotic and extravagant?"

[my_own_advocate]

"That would be the major question," Lucifer said, waving at Tiny to get him a drink. "We're in discussion."

[alwaysonguard]

"Well, I know there would be quite a few people who would miss the island's token Boat People" Dwight said simply. "The discussion not going all that well?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Eh," Lucifer said, wiggling his hand. "In progress, and we have time. Oodles of it, really."