The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

It was a playlist kind of night at the club tonight. And not just that, but the playlist in question seemed heavily geared towards a bunch of late eighties and nineties alt rock.

Octavia, putting away clean glasses behind the bar, was definitely not casting occasional glances towards the largely empty dance floor. Perish the thought.

The Devil's Nest was open. Enjoy the grunge.

[ooc: I LIVE. Barely, and that's why we are going OCD-free tonight.]

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[my_own_advocate]

There had been rather a lot to think about lately, hadn't there? But one of those things - the least fraught thing - hadn't been discussed with Octavia yet, and why not pester her about it during what was bound to be a boring shift.

"The music is very... plaid..."

Hello, Octavia, the Devil was approaching her bar.

[okteiviakom]

And here was Octavia looking up to see him approach, a wry look on her face.

"The music is very what?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Plaid and flannel and long hair on humans who haven't showered recently," Lucifer... clarified, sure.

[okteiviakom]

"Uh huh," Octavia rasped. "Do I want to know why you think that?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Because the club is playing grunge, darling."

[okteiviakom]

"And that equates to not showering, because...?"

[my_own_advocate]

"That was the grunge aesthetic in the nineties," Lucifer sighed. "Google Nirvana sometime."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eye roll was unimpressed in a good-natured way about the idea that she would have to google Nirvana of all things.

"I've never cared enough about paying attention to what the people look like."

[my_own_advocate]

"You have never cared enough," Lucifer agreed. "May I have a scotch, please?"

[okteiviakom]

"Since you asked so nicely," Octavia replied, with an amused look and half a brief, faint smirk as she went to get the bottle and a glass.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned on the bar, watching her work.

"So," he said, "It's almost December."

[okteiviakom]

There was something of a practiced ease to it now, a routine. A confidence.

"I guess it is," Octavia said, as she slid the glass over. "And?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Duke asked me to join you on December 24th last year," Lucifer said, picking up the glass.

[okteiviakom]

"... Oh," Octavia said, slowly.

That sounded fake, okay. That almost a year had passed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said. He cleared his throat. "So... Duke and I thought we should make a vacation out of it. A long one, to also... commemorate our excellent boat trip afterward."

[okteiviakom]

"Another vacation?" Octavia asked, unable to keep the faint wry tone from creeping in.

But it was fond.

[my_own_advocate]

"I was thinking a cottage somewhere in the woods near the polar circle," Lucifer said, "Duke was leaning more towards a ski lodge in the mountains so we can go 'cross-country skiing'..."

[okteiviakom]

"... Like across the country?"

Look, sorry, she was not up on sports terminology.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's when you hike with skis on," Lucifer said helpfully.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh." Yeah, that made more sense. "Sounds... interesting."

Yes, that was genuine.

[my_own_advocate]

"It seems very boring, but Duke was very enthusistic about it."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head tilted with a wry little snort. "You think most of our woods things are boring."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, because there was no denying that. "But I was willing to meet him on 'cabin up north in the woods'."

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia decided, and finally tried to beckon him closer, to meet her over the bar. "Because I like the sound of it."

[my_own_advocate]

"That, rather than the mountain lodge?" Lucifer asked, leaning over the bar with a smile.