The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

The smell at the Nest was still unbearable, even if it was-- Febreeze-y now. So tonight, Lucifer was having Tiny go around spraying the space with a room perfume that was more... appropriate. Something smokey, almost woodlike, with a hint of whiskey and absinthe.

It made him thirsty, so he retreated to the piano with a glass of absinthe while he worked his way through some of his more jazzy repertoire.

[[ i am traveling tomorrow and my brain is nowhere, whee, sp warning ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Well that was a weird thing to come to the club to. Which, yes, considering the last few weeks... probably shouldn't have been? But what could Octavia say, something about it threw her off.

Even when she drifted to the piano with a glass in hand. "Why does it smell like a campfire here?"

It didn't, actually, but that was the part her senses picked up on.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's nose scrunched a bit. "It does not smell like a campfire," he sighed. "It's Essence the-- oh, you wouldn't know."

[okteiviakom]

"Smells like campfire," Octavia concluded.

Because she could.

[my_own_advocate]

"Philistine," Lucifer sighed, reaching for his drink.

[okteiviakom]

"Namecalling, always attractive," Octavia noted, raising her own glass a little bit. "At least the club's still a normal color."

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't jinx it," Lucifer sighed. "I'm sure Eric is still biding his time."

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe," Octavia said. "But I've liked that it's been calmer around here for a bit, so I'm appreciating it for now."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer brought his drink up for a sip, shaking his head. "How was your day?"

[okteiviakom]

"Well, therapy was therapy." So, they hadn't delved into anything particularly horrible, this time. "And afterwards, I took a walk. That's about it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Good walk? Necessary walk?"

[okteiviakom]

"Just... a walk," Octavia said. She hadn't really thought about it much. "Maybe it was necessary?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, if you of all people think it might be a maybe," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "What's that supposed to mean?"

[my_own_advocate]

"That you're not likely to say a walk is anything other than just 'normal' unless there's genuine cause to think it wasn't?" Lucifer ventured.

[okteiviakom]

"... Isn't that what everyone would do?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Not the way you do it," Lucifer said, taking a sip. "You consider almost everything 'normal' and not worth expanding upon."

[okteiviakom]

"Well, I didn't know abnormal walks were such a thing for people," Octavia told him, gently amused again. "I think mine really was just a walk, though."

[my_own_advocate]

"You're the one who keeps litigating a simple observation that you usually don't say something 'may' have not been entirely normal unless it's a serious consideration," Lucifer said, sitting back. "Either way, I hope the walk was nice."

[okteiviakom]

"You're the one who decided to question my walk in the first place," Octavia pointed out with a soft huff. "Don't try to blame me for making this weird."

[my_own_advocate]

"Can we stop talking about the walk?" Lucifer asked. "My intended conversational turn has clearly crashed into the wall."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked a little like she still had something else to say about it.

But she chose to have mercy on this conversation, instead. "Would you like to try another turn, then?" she asked, bringing her glass up for a sip. "How was your day?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Largely boring, trying to find a new hole in the summer schedule for the new club opening," Lucifer sighed. "Then I come here and everything smells like Febreze."

[okteiviakom]

"That's what that was?" Octavia said, eyebrows quirking. "I couldn't figure it out."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's a very specific smell," Lucifer said, wrinkling his nose again. "Be grateful you were unfamiliar."

[okteiviakom]

"Consider my gratitude present and accounted for."

Not really. But he was kind of adorable when he was wrinkling his nose.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took a sip of his drink. "But that's all. Easily taken care of, as emergencies go."

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't think it was much of an emergency." As was evident from how she had done exactly nothing about it. "Maybe I just don't have your keen nose."

[my_own_advocate]

"You don't," Lucifer agreed. "I don't hold it against you."

[okteiviakom]

"How noble of you," Octavia teased, in a rasp. "I guess maybe you like holding other things against me."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, I can think of a few," Lucifer agreed, smirking. "One in particular."

[okteiviakom]

"Do I dare ask what?"

[my_own_advocate]

"If you need to ask," Lucifer said wryly, "I have made a grave mistake somewhere along the line."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "It could've been the difference between 'your body' and something more specific."

[my_own_advocate]

"It was something more specific," Lucifer sighed, peering down.

Octavia, the answer was always 'Big Ben'.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's glance down was quick but deliberate.

"Well, just 'holding that against me' doesn't sound like much fun."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's a good start," Lucifer argued merrily. "And quite fun if combined with some friction."

[okteiviakom]

Don't give her ideas, Lucifer.

Or maybe do?

Octavia snorted, either way. "Oh, of course."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, don't get judgy with me," Lucifer chuckled. "Have some imagination."

[okteiviakom]

"If I don't get to be judgy," Octavia wondered, "what do I even have left?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Your good looks and can-do attitude?"

[okteiviakom]

"Doesn't sound as fun."