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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

"How many more times do I have to tell you, I don't need any help in that department?" Lucifer asked the mistletoe as it stalked him across the bar. "Let alone with Tiny."

Who had, thankfully, escaped to the back room sometime in the past fifteen minutes.

Lucifer settled pissily behind the piano and batted incoming mistletoe away with his hand. "No," he said flatly. "A shrub is a guy who thinks he's fine, also known as a buster. No, I don't want your number--"

Yes, he was absolutely going to play turn of the century bangers until it left him alone, thank you.

[[ open! one day I'll be able to look at Lucifer gifs again and do ocd. ]]

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It had certainly been a while since Jessica had visited the Devil's Nest. Actually it had been a long time in general she had been on the island. However she walked into the place like she had just been there yesterday, glared at Tiny until she got her bottom shelf bourbon and headed over to the piano to listen to Lucifer play and swat at any mistletoe that tried to get near her.

The last few notes of that particular ditty were quite aggressive indeed. Enough to punt the mistletoe to the other side of the club.

Lucifer cleared his throat, irritated, and looked aside as he got up--

"Why, Miss Jones, as I live and breathe!"

Another piece of mistletoe tried to hover above Jessica which she promptly snatched from the air and smacked it down hard on the bar.

"Yeah. Been a while I guess. Had a case that I needed to sort out down in Georgia," she said with a shrug. "Got that all wrapped up and headed back here after a brief layover in New York."

She eyed the mistletoe. "I see the island is up to its usual Christmas bullshit. We haven't been attacked by marzipan again, have we?"

"Couple of days ago, just a light sprinkle of rain," Lucifer said, adjusting his jacket as he veered up from the piano and came towards her. "A case, you said?"

"A..."

There was a slight pause as she tried to place the exact word to describe her relationship with Luke Cage.

"An old friend is in jail. For something he didn't do. I had to corroborate evidence from something that happened years ago. Took longer than I expected," she said draining her drink and signalling Tiny for another. "How about you? Last time we talked you thought you might be God."

"Still might be God," Lucifer said, "Still haven't gone back yet to check. Otherwise life has been generally disaster-free and downright domestic."

Because you were ignoring the biggest potential disaster on the horizon, Lucifer.

We're all waiting for your future steel-winged spawn to show up on the island, Lucifer.

"Well if you ever want to test your powers I still have a long list of people you can smite," Jessica teased. "And you? Domestic? Like... baking brownies and shit?"

~~The mun might rather stab herself in the gut with a spoon before she played that clusterfuck straight.~~

"More like preparing for anniversary dinner," Lucifer said brightly. "Though I suppose in a way, yes. We've been... living. It's been quite lovely."

"That's... amazing, actually," Jessica tilting her head at Lucifer in thought. "Domestic bliss looks good on you. You're still drinking like a fish though right?"

"Obviously," Lucifer said, waving at Tiny. "What can I get Tiny to get you, by the way?"

"Oh just my usual rotgut bottom shelf paint stripper that slightly resembles bourbon," she said with a smirk. "I haven't change that much since I've been gone."

"There's always hoping," Lucifer sighed. He waved at Tiny. "Bring her some of the bad stuff and me some of the good, thank you."

He looked at Jessica. "Shall we go sit somewhere?"

"Well until I hit the lottery my bottom shelf will have to do. And yeah," she said getting up from the bar. "Let's grab a booth and catch up."

"You'll have to tell me all about this case," Lucifer said, walking towards one of the booths.

Jessica hesitated for a second before following Lucifer over. "The case was about a guy named Luke Cage. He was a cop down in Savannah Georgia and got busted on a trumped up charge," Jessica said, looking rather uncomfortable with the subject. "He spent some time in prison and... well he got experimented on and went on the run for a few years. When I met him he was running a bar until we had a-"

She faltered a bit. "Falling out. Anyway, he got in trouble in Harlem last year and got busted. A benefactor had a pile of evidence which exonerates him but the burden is on him. I've been corroborating the evidence to get him out."

"And how's that coming along?" Lucifer asked. "Are the leads working out?"

"Fine," Jessica said with a sigh. "I submitted most of the stuff to his lawyer last week. Now they have to engage the District Attorney's office in Georgia and New York. Might be a while until he gets out though."

"I'm sorry," Lucifer said. "The legal system can be... frustrating."

Jessica shrugged. "He'll be fine. He's... tougher than the average human. Eventually he'll get out."

She took a swig of her drink.

"How about you? You still together with Octavia and Duke?"

"Yes, hence the domesticity and the anniversary," Lucifer said. He looked faintly surprised as he said, "It'll be a year in another week or two."

"Coming from someone who's longest track record is about a month, that's pretty impressive," she said raising her glass as a toast. "What's next for you three? Marriage? Kids? House with a white picket fence?"

Hey, it's been months since she tried to get Lucifer to do a spit take.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "I believe part of Duke's pitch for this entire affair was that none of us are white picket fence people," he said.

"Yeah. Boats don't really lend themselves to fences," Jessica smirked. "But it's nice to see you... happy? Settled? I don't know what the fucking term is."

He was still sitting on a massive repressed bomb, but happy was probably close. "One of those things," Lucifer said. "We're going on a trip to Norway at the end of the year. Hopefully we'll skip the yearly unpleasantness that way."

"Should I expect another fucking giant attack from inflatable reindeer?" she asked, warily.

"I don't actually know," Lucifer said. "It's some different nonsense every year."

"Hmph. Fucking great," Jessica sighed. "I'd go back to New York but I already visited my sister. Between that and possible death..."

"Well, the island hasn't killed anyone yet," Lucifer noted. "So it's more of a traumatizing rollercoaster ride, really."

"So's dealing with my sister during the holiday," Jessica mused. "Her holiday decorations are enough to give me a migraine. She did give me a bourbon advent calendar though."

"And did you toss half of it because it was too expensive?" Lucifer teased.

Jessica smirked and let out an amused scoff. “I don’t throw away gifts. I did drink the entire calendar in one sitting which annoyed the fuck out of her.”

“You really have quite some liver,” Lucifer marveled. “How much was that?”

“Twenty four tiny airplane sized bottles,” Jessica said holding up her hand and using her thumb and pointer finger to give a relative size. “So like an afternoon snack for you and I.”

“Suppose she should find the money for a proper one next time, then,” Lucifer said, as Tiny set their drinks down.

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