The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Tiny," Lucifer said, his voice very restrained as he stepped inside the bar, "Why is the bar coquelicot?"

Tiny said nothing.

Tiny was drying off some glasses.

Tiny would be drying off some glasses all night.

"Fix this," Lucifer informed him flatly, and retreated to the back.

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[okteiviakom]

Well. That was definitely eye-catching enough that Octavia didn't even go looking for Lucifer immediately. Too busy staring at all the red.

"I shouldn't even be surprised," she muttered.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm over here," Lucifer called. "I'm the thing that isn't bloody coquelicot!"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia turned to look towards his voice, with a frown.

"What?"

Like she'd know a word like that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer waved an expressive hand at the entirety of the club.

That.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, I noticed, it's spread."

And was a different color, but Octavia did not actually care about such details, the same as she wasn't bothering to question whatever word he'd used for it anymore.

[my_own_advocate]

"It has to be Eric," Lucifer called. "Though what he's plotting, I cannot begin to fathom."

Tiny was just going to... be over there.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked... wary, as she began to make her way over.

"Please don't do anything stupid in retaliation."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I have to get this place cleaned up first," Lucifer grunted into his drink. "Then we'll see about consequences."

[okteiviakom]

"And how long will that take?"

No reason.

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't know, Tiny doesn't seem to be geTTING A MOVE ON," Lucifer said, raising his voice.

[okteiviakom]

"Right," Octavia said - mostly to herself, honestly - as she came to a stop in front of him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out an exasperated sigh, but he finally dragged his gaze away from the club at large to her. "Either way," he said, trying to recover, "Would you like to sit with me?"

[okteiviakom]

"At least if you don't plan to obsess about the club all night," Octavia told him.

As she was taking a seat by his side, yes.

[my_own_advocate]

"There's hardly anything I can do about it now, is there?" Lucifer said.

(Which was a sign that at least he wasn't currently repressing anything so huge he'd be tempted to throw himself into the nearest distraction.)

[okteiviakom]

"There's no telling with you."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I'm not going to obsess about the club any longer," Lucifer sighed. "I have you here now."

[okteiviakom]

"To obsess over?" Octavia teased, in a low, wry rasp.

[my_own_advocate]

"I always obsess about you a bit," Lucifer felt he had to point out, reaching to slide an arm around her shoulders.

[okteiviakom]

"In good ways, I hope?"

It was definitely not always in good ways. But she could pretend, for the moment, as she leaned into his side a little.

[my_own_advocate]

"Usually," Lucifer said, turning to kiss her cheek.

90 percent because of her. 10 percent because it meant not looking at the bloody walls.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let him, either way. Tilting her head faintly into it, too.

"Good."

[my_own_advocate]

"How was your day?" Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Nothing special," Octavia replied, equally soft and quiet. "Went in the preserve, walked around."

[my_own_advocate]

"Was it nice?" Lucifer asked quietly. "The forest?"

[okteiviakom]

"Always is." Most of the time, anyway. "Quiet. Calm."

Private, and hers.