The Devil’s Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

You know, it had been a while since Lucifer had last played any jazz. Clearly, now was as good a time as any.

He settled behind the piano with a grin and an arrangement of classics in his fingers. If nothing else, the music was bound to get him into a decent mood. A... nostalgic one, as well.

Ah, the good old days.

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[somethingwithturquoise]

Like, the super old days. But honestly? Summer was kind of digging it when she figured she should definitely pop into the DN that evening. It definitely seemed to fit.

"Mr. Morningstar," she greeted him with a dignified nod and a less dignified slurp of a French 75 once she managed to wrangle it from Tiny and make her way over to him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked up from his piano, and immediate joy slipped into his expression. "Miss Smith!" he enthused. "Come to visit us for a night, have you?"

Preferably longer?

[somethingwithturquoise]

Well, okay, wow, that response was wholly unfair, because it completely dashed all of Summer's plans to be cagey and coy in answering a question like that, because now all she could do was positively beam back.

Man. She needed to do this whole 'leaving for an indeterminate time/possibly forever' thing more often!

"Nah," she said, with a shake of her head. "I'm fully back now. The New and Improved Galactic Empire is now old and dead and destroyed by denim. I just got back last night."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, may I be one of the first to welcome you home, then," Lucifer said sunnily, turning towards her on his seat. "The rest of your drinks are on the house for the night."

Or, well. On his wallet.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"I would feel compelled to remind you of just how much I can drink," said Summer with an eager grin, "but I know you know, and also, I know who I'm talking to, so don't worry. I will not let that go to waste!"

In fact, allow her to get closer to proving that by downing a good portion of her current drink so she can move onto the next soon.

"Also, hardly one of the firsts. Like, half the island showed up randomly in my hallway last night while I was trying to break back into my place. And Seivarden showed up earlier today only to immediately turn into a cat, so that's a thing, right out the gate. It's almost as if I never even left, really."

[my_own_advocate]

"I imagine she'll be much happier as a cat," Lucifer said, and pouted. "You didn't text me."

[fortworeasons]

So, Laszlo had now had this bar pitched to him twice, and finally wandered in tonight (accompanied by the cameraman and boom operator.)

No one, somehow, had told him there was music here. Axes, yes. Synthetic blood -- thank you, giant human! -- sure. But both Eric and Silver had neglected to mention the piano.

Or the rather attractive pianist, but for once in Laszlo's life (un-life), that was actually sort of beside the point, since it was making him a touch nostalgic, too. So, once there was a break in the music, Laszlo made his way over with a bottle of TruBlood and a small smattering of applause.

"Everyone who didn't tell me about the fact this is a piano bar should be fired," he greeted Lucifer amiably.

[my_own_advocate]

It had been a long time since anyone had reacted to the piano in quite that fashion (to Lucifer's enduring disappointment), so Laszlo got himself a rather pleased (if slightly manic) grin aimed in his direction. "They absolutely should," he said. "Though to be fair, for some idiotic reason, we let it be an axe bar half the week."

[fortworeasons]

"Now the axes I did hear about," Laszlo assured him with a nod, "and while they do sound sort of delightful, I'm much more interested in this beautiful instrument of yours."

Throwing axes would probably just make him miss his violent wife and occasionally-violent hot roommate, sadly. Time enough for that later.

"Laszlo Cravensworth," he added, extending a hand and bowing slightly over it. "New arrival and fellow musician."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached out and gave the man a firm shake, befitting of a fellow music enthusiast. "Lucifer Morningstar," he said brightly, "Long-standing resident and titular Devil. Happy to meet someone with some actual taste. In music."

That outfit, on the other hand, was horrendously out of fashion.

[fortworeasons]

Only by a century or so, pff. It'd been the height of fashion in 1885ish.

"The Devil?" Laszlo echoed, clearly amused at the idea. "The Devil? Oh, that's a new one. Never met a Devil before."

To be fair, Laszlo had only learned that ghosts were real a couple months ago, after theoretically having a ghost for about 400 years, so. It was possible he needed to get out more.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, Lucifer remembered the 18... 90s. Lovely time, the fin de siecle. That had already been heading out of style by then, Laszlo!

"And until recently I would have said that naturally you haven't, because I'm the only one, and you would have remembered me," Lucifer said. "But apparently there's such a thing as a multiverse, and your version of me must be either absent or much less impressive."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Hi!" Here, Lazlo, have a bouncy redhead high on the inflated ego of a glorious return and drinking shamelessly on the Devil's tab. "You're new!"

The second best thing about getting back so far? The portals had apparently been busy while she was gone!

[fortworeasons]

This was the most edible-looking person Laszlo had met yet, truly. Just look at her go! So lively!

But he could be restrained. It was such a small population, here. Probably best not to at least try with this synthetic affront to his tastebuds for a bit, at least.

"I am new," he agreed with a grand, flourishing bow towards Summer. "I arrived only just...Tuesday?"

Tuesday sounded right. He'd go with that.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Ooooh."

Was it the grand, flourishing bow that seemingly impressed Summer? Or just Tuesday?

Yes.

"I just got back on Thursday." STill not technically Friday! Although it has been close! "I'm Summer." She offered out a hand. "I've been in another universe blowing up space bugs. What were you doing before you got here?"

[fortworeasons]

"Laszlo," he returned, going full-fucking-chivalrous vampire and leaning down to kiss that offered hand rather than shaking it. (Ugh, bad move, since it was easier to pretend humans weren't delicious at more of a distance.) He was giving Summer a very curious glance as he straightened, though, because -- well. Space bugs.

Perhaps she was insane? Seemed possible. Or maybe she meant some sort of game. Maybe something she'd seen in a nickelodeon!

"Before I came here, I lived in Staten Island with several roommates," he shared, because that was the truth. Sort of. 'Lived' was always a little bit of a fudge. "Your island here seems a touch less populated than New York, I must admit."

[mother_love]

Billy had been fairly productive that week so far. He deserved a drink. Or two. And so he was back at the DN. It had been a while since he had last stopped in anyways.

And since he was kinda here for the foreseeable future, Billy figured he might as well enjoy the local water hole- well one of them actually.

So there he was sitting at the bar enjoying a Sidecar as he tried to relax and unwind a bit.

[my_own_advocate]

"Tiny! A Clover Club, if you may?" Lucifer called, stepping up to the bar not far from Billy. "I need to wash down my first set."

He cast Billy an idle glance.

[mother_love]

Billy nodded when he caught Lucifer's glance.

"Had forgotten you were a bartender and a pianist" Billy said with a slight grin. "A talented one at that."

[my_own_advocate]

"How dare you," Lucifer said, scandalized. "You forgot?!"

[mother_love]

Billy gave an apologetic shrug.

"In my defense it has been a while.. totally my fault. Just kind of been getting moved into a new apartment. And... also finding out I have somehow been given a business to run too now... by... someone...."

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Billy!" Summer had to bounce over when she spotted him at the bar. "Ohmygod, perfect! You can totally carry me home later if," when, Summer, the word was when, "I need it tonight!"

Shamelessly taking advantage of the beefiness of her new neighbor? Summer? Noooooo. Never!

[mother_love]

"Ah Summer, good to see you" he said, taking the last drink from the glass before setting it down. "Good to see you!"

He considered her for a moment, and gave her a nod. "Oh I'm sure I can manage to stop by your place on the way home if you need it... though it is such a long way out of the way. You better make it worth my while" he said with a playful wink.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Well, I mean," Summer pointed out, with a lofty grin of her own, "you do literally get to take me home tonight. That's a pretty good deal all on its own."

And she actually meant 'literally' literally this time! She had a boyfriend!

"But," she added, with a smile as sweet as the sweeting of the deal, "I can buy you a drink?"

Especially since all of her own were being paid for, baybeee!

"What's your poison?"

And damn if that didn't make her want to shove Tiny in a backroom and take over behind the bar. She hadn't realized how much she missed drink slinging until just that moment.

[mother_love]

"Ya know what? Another drink sounds good" Billy said, returning the grin. "You know the place better than I do, you're choice. What would you recommend?"

Was it innocent flirting? Was it friendly conversation? Was it just Billy being Billy? Little of each possibly....