The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

'Twas a Tuesday night, and the Devil was back behind the piano, singing his little heart out.

No, he couldn't quite get himself to play Jimmy Buffett - though he'd likely do so if Duke asked - but he was back on his mental playlist of new wave songs that Duke liked. So a little bit, at least.

Hoped you all liked the Cure.

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[suitably_heroic]

Atton had spent most of his morning doing his old disaffected hardass routine in class. And now he was tired.

(Some part of him was always tired, these days.)

So he found himself back at the bar, listening faintly to the music, sipping his soda. Tapping his foot.