The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"You know it's a bit late to be doing 80s requests, Tiny," Lucifer sighed, settled as he was behind the piano. But Tiny had been good recently, he supposed. No weird shenanigans (that had inconvenienced Lucifer himself), no blockades, no consorting with that moron from Caritas.

"But since it's Kate Bush," he continued, "I suppose I'll give in this time."

And then maybe throw in a bit of darker New Wave afterward, in case Duke decided to stop by.

Well, Running Up That Hill it was, belated in multiple ways or not. Lucifer sipped his drink and set his fingers to the keys.

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[texted3times]

Was Eric in the lounge wearing tight leather pants and looking slightly slutty tonight?

Hell yeah, he was. It was Parents Weekend. He was here to be all of your relatives' terrible choice.

[my_own_advocate]

"If you're going for 'slutty', you missed and hit 'desperate' instead," Lucifer called from the piano.

[texted3times]

"Jealousy is not a good look on you," Eric drawled back.

[my_own_advocate]

"Why would I be jealous?" Lucifer asked. "I know I'm having sex with two very attractive people tonight."

[texted3times]

"My odds are pretty good too," Eric said.

[temporaryavatar]

Layla was, of course, absolutely fascinated to hear that there were places that Marc Spector actually returned to on more than one occasion. She had to see this for herself in order to believe it. And so, after dinner, she and Marc arrived arm in arm (Marc back to wearing only his own clothing) and took seats at the bar.

"A soda for me and he'll have a whisky," Layla said. She'd dated Marc for years. She knew his drink order.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gestured at Tiny. "Get them their drinks," he called. "Break time is over."

[hasaknightjob]

"Layla, meet Lucifer," Marc told her, raising his eyebrows in a way to say the one I told you about.

Yes, Lucifer had met Steven and not him but whatever. Marc had enough he needed to worry about, he wasn't going to be assed on not crossing the streams between him and Steven. Though he did add, "Marc," just so Lucifer wasn't left hanging.

[my_own_advocate]

"The other one's brother," Lucifer said, leaning against the bar. He eyed the piano, wondering if he should get back to it. "No?"

[temporaryavatar]

"No," Marc said, at the same time that Layla spoke over him with "Something like that."

What? Layla liked Steven. Some days more than she liked Marc. Most days, actually.

"Pleasure," Layla told Lucifer. "Marc's told me nothing about you. Which is typical for him."

Marc? Very much could use that drink right now.

[i_am_not_troubled]

The day had not gone how he had planned at all. And Tavin wasn't exactly looking forward to a night in a most likely uncomfortable hotel bed, so he decided a drink or two was in order.

"I'm surprised a place like this has a nightclub," he muttered dryly as he took a seat.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, even this island desires a level of class from time to time," Lucifer commented from the bar.

[i_am_not_troubled]

"Small miracles indeed," Tavin said with a smirk. "What would you recommend to counter a day spent dealing with your hopeless cause of a son?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer squinted at him. "That's a rather specific request."

[i_am_not_troubled]

"Specific request for a specific situation," Tavin said. "You have no experience with bull-headed family members?"

[fortworeasons]

"Can you even drink?" Laszlo wondered, mildly outraged still. Could you blame him? He'd awoken from his slumber greeted -- somehow -- by the ghost of his wife inhabiting a doll screaming at him and flailing her little doll arms, and Laszlo had only been awake minutes and yet had had quite enough of Parents Weekend already.

"My good man!" he shouted to Tiny. "Two of those fakey bloods, unless you've got a drunk human back there?"

He turned to the doll Nadja, deferring to her preference.

[dollnadja]

"I would love a fakey blood. The most complicated fakey blood you know how to make," the doll declared, moving with tiny, jerky little movements in her fit of pique.

Guess what? She could not, in fact, drink anything. She just wanted someone to go to some effort on her behalf, thank you.

[fortworeasons]

And with two TruBloods before them, Laszlo could finally start to think about the fact that he was being visited. Sort of.

"Do you need a straw, my miniature darling?"

[keep_on_truckin]

And half the reason Colin Robinson made it out to the bar was to see the man of the hour himself! So if the ghost of his wife inhabiting a doll screaming at him and flailing her little doll arms at him wasn't enough, he now had this guy lifting his drink in greeting to him.

"Hello, Laszlo."

[fortworeasons]

"Colin Robinson!" The way Laszlo called his name was almost like he was heralding him. The whole bar needed to hear of Colin Robinson, of course! He liked Colin Robinson! Always had, except for the times he hadn't. "What a beautiful reunion! I've missed your shiny head."

[keep_on_truckin]

"The house really hasn't been the same without you, Laszlo."

Truer words had rarely been spoken, really, although, honestly, since Colin Robinson did spend an awful lot of time just in his basement bedroom, it may have come as a surprise to some that he'd have even noticed. But of course he did. And not just because of Nadja's complaining or Nandor's sulking.

Although he did rather enjoy both of those things.

[keep_on_truckin]

After giving the place a little bit of a look-around after coming in, Colin Robinson made his way over to the bar, leaned on it a little, and had to asked, "Do you have any updog?"

Yes, he had just the one joke, and it was terrible.

Yes, that was the point of it.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer squinted at him from across the bar.

"Leave," he said.

[keep_on_truckin]

That was fair.

"Okey-dokey, artichokey," said Colin Robinson, with a nod, lifting up his hands as though he meant no harm at all, despite what his choice of words may suggest, and he straightened up off the bar as if to leave. "We'll see you later, alligator."

Of course, he wasn't going to go anywhere once he saw Laszlo, but that wasn't the point.

[my_own_advocate]

"Please keep going," Lucifer said, downing his entire drink.

Of course, that was about the point where Tiny started loudly wailing a lyric or something at the top of his voice, and so Lucifer took his eyes off of Colin Robinson for a second or two.

"What did I tell you? You only get Kate Bush if you don't sing along!"