The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Well, everyone's parents were gone, and Lucifer hadn't had to deal with any relatives of his own. He called that a success.

FIRST GLASS OF WHISKEY
ON THE HOUSE
FOR ANYONE WHO HAD
SOME ARSE THEY HATE AROUND
THIS WEEKEND

There. That seemed like a great idea to cash in.

Lucifer hummed to himself, and retreated to the piano for a range of 'fuck you, dad' songs.

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