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.

[my_own_advocate]

"They're still odds."

[texted3times]

"Jaskier's a pretty sure thing," Eric said. "And have you met Raiden yet?"

[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]

"Unless Jaskier made new friends," Lucifer pointed out.

He had no idea who Raiden was and chose not to ask.

[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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, we haven't actually met," Lucifer pointed out. He took a sip of his drin. "Lucifer Morningstar. Charmed to meet you. Welcome to the Devil's Nest."

[temporaryavatar]

"So you own this?" Layla guessed. Because, again, she got her details about this place from Marc. And Marc was awful at sharing details on so many levels. "Not the vampire?"

She'd heard about the vampire.

[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]

Lucifer's expression said eh. "The truth is somewhere in the middle," he said.

By which he meant Eric had owned the place, and then he'd walked in and just usurped two shifts, and somewhere along the line everyone had gotten extremely confused about who owned what, up to and including Eric, and so people had stopped asking that question because it just led to headaches.

"I own another club on the mainland," he said, "As well as one in my Los Angeles, but I fear that one is unreachable at the moment."

[my_own_advocate]

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

[temporaryavatar]

Layla looked at Marc, who shrugged in a fuck if I know manner, and then back at Lucifer. "What's wrong with Los Angeles?"

She came from a universe where half the population vanished. She was going to assume something wrong with a city before she assumed something wrong with a club.

[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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Travel between this dimension and that one is closed."

Because someone had become God and immediately had a freakout about it, but. Details.

[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?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Not a problem between here and home," Marc told Layla. At least so far. He was not prepared to handle Layla being stuck on the island.

"Any visitors come in on your end?" Marc asked Lucifer. Because the only thing he liked less than talking to other people was talking about himself, so this was an easy choice for him to make.

[texted3times]

"Jaskier always makes new friends," Eric said. "And then he introduces me."