The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

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"You know, somehow I didn't expect it to be this bad," Octavia said to Tiny, surveying the spray paint on both the piano and the axe range. "You know how Lucifer exaggerates things sometimes."

Tiny declined to comment.

And Octavia settled down behind the distinctly not-painted bar, only faintly considering the possibility of putting something pink up on the specials board.

[ooc: Open! No ocd because it has been a long day.]