The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"What on earth are you making?" Lucifer hissed on his way in. "Is that-- an olive Taj Mahal?! What kind of drugs have you been doing?"

Tiny looked up from his project, eyes wide.

"Why can't you just have a normal hobby?" Lucifer asked him. "Like... carving ice luges or something."

It was going to be a night.

[[ open, late because my brain is in sick chicken ville. ]]