The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

There were little lights strung up all around the Nest. It wasn't a bloody mad construction project or anything, so Lucifer was happy to let it go. He was, however, a bit on the tired end - one of those problems one got when one dated two humans who weren't always restful sleepers.

So he picked a spot in one of the booths and leaned back, wine in hand. He had a perfect view of the club this way.

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[okteiviakom]

If Octavia looked a little wary upon entering, it was only because she was half-expecting to be assaulted by the processed meat (?) stink again.

... That also explained the careful but significant inhale.

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia?" Lucifer could see her from his little nook, and-- wasn't sure why she was being so odd about it. He tilted his head, stretching his legs out. "Are you all right?"

[okteiviakom]

"Just making sure it doesn't smell like sausages here anymore."

Which it did not seem to, so she was free to move further into the club instead of hovering by the entrance.

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I made him go 'round with some room perfume after I got in," Lucifer said, waving his hand.

[okteiviakom]

"And it didn't just mix in?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's expression was scandalized. "Do I look like some kind of amateur?"

[okteiviakom]

"How often do you have to work against sausage smells?" Octavia retorted, unrepentant, as she made her way to the booth.

[my_own_advocate]

"I ran a night club," Lucifer sighed, "As well as investing in several catering operations." He sat up.

[okteiviakom]

"One of those doesn't actually mean anything for this."

Or at least she doubted Lux had a Tiny.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke, for once, didn't immediately head right for Lucifer when he came in, but paused by Tiny at the bar first.

"Man, I heard you were making models of my place. Gotta say, I'm flattered. Not sure about the materials though. Maybe work up a sketch next time instead? Alright. Thanks, man."

[my_own_advocate]

"Darling, sometimes people have private parties with snacks at clubs," Lucifer said, rolling his eyes. "Stop being obstinate, sit down, and celebrate the sandalwood vanquishing the pork."

[my_own_advocate]

"Duke, are you talking to Tiny?" Lucifer called, nonplussed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes right back at him, but refrained from voicing her opinion that sausages were an absolutely garbage snack in favor of actually sitting down.

[betterthanaplan]

"He made a model of Luke's," Duke said. Because that would explain everything, right? "I heard on the radio. I don't want to be rude, man."

[my_own_advocate]

"Here, I'll have Tiny bring you a drink to make up for it," Lucifer said. He snapped his fingers. "Tiny! Make her something elaborate!"

[my_own_advocate]

"It's Tiny, of course you should be rude," Lucifer said. "Do you have any idea what madness he gets into?"

[betterthanaplan]

"To each their own," Duke said. "I'm not here to judge."

He leaned on the bar and favored Lucifer with a smile.

"Anyway, I'm done talking to Tiny now, so you don't have to worry he'll get his cooties on me or anything."

[betterthanaplan]

"Check us out, here as visitors at the same time. Been awhile since that happened."

[my_own_advocate]

"You should judge when he's turning my club into a ski resort," Lucifer sighed. He gestured at him. "Come here, you fool."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke went over to him obediently. "What, you have a thing against string lights now? I'm starting to lose track, babe."

[my_own_advocate]

"The lights are fine, the whole mad Alpine fiasco a few months ago was not," Lucifer said, patting the seat next to him.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft snort, but didn't object.

"So how is your night going?"

[okteiviakom]

"More than a while, jaka," Octavia replied, with just a touch of something wry. "Ha yun."

[my_own_advocate]

"Curiously, I feel as if I could sleep," Lucifer mused.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia glanced over with her eyebrows just barely raised. "You're that tired?"