The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It was... an extraordinarily ordinary night at the Nest.

Tiny wasn't doing anything weird. The specials were regular specials. And Lucifer was behind the piano, perhaps playing things in a bit of a more solemn mood.

But playing something, none the less.

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[knightinshinarmor]

Remy wandered in, noting the distinct lack of zombies or antics, and nodded to himself. He ordered a beer from Tiny and found a seat not too far from the piano from which to listen.

He found an appropriate time to clap.

"Feeling a bit, ah, low key, hmm?" he asked. "Or, I suppose, minor key, anyway."

[my_own_advocate]

"One can't always be in major," Lucifer said, reaching for his drink on top of the piano. "That would make life boring."

[knightinshinarmor]

"Oui, I suppose so," Remy mused. "Minor key suits me tonight, anyway. So merci."

[my_own_advocate]

"You're quite welcome," Lucifer said. He took a sip. "Any requests?"

[knightinshinarmor]

"Non," Remy said. "My favorites are mostly written for an accordion. Or a jazz quartet." He shrugged. "Play what you like, homme. I'm happy to listen."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah, the good old classics," Lucifer said, tilting his head thoughtfully. "Well, I can't conjure up a quartet, but jazz, I can absolutely do."

He put his fingers to the keys and began to play.

[knightinshinarmor]

"Not quite what you'd expect to hear around Jackson Square," Remy noted, tapping his fingers along with the rhythm. "But a good one either way. Merci again."

[my_own_advocate]

"New Orleans isn't particularly my expertise," Lucifer said. His fingers continued to play over the keys. "Never been, oddly enough."

[knightinshinarmor]

"You should, sometime," Remy said. "My city, she's a wild one. Everyone should see her at least once."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I've certainly heard stories," Lucifer said, with a little laugh. "Do feel free to tell some, as a matter of fact."

[knightinshinarmor]

Remy leaned back in his chair and sipped his beer. "I grew up on the streets," he started. "Little red-eyed punk kid the locals called 'Le Diable Blanc'. One day, I'm out and about, looking for a good pocket to pick, and I see this belle fille being harassed by a tough. Le Diable Blanc fancied himself un chevalier blanc, so I stepped in to rescue her -- and got knocked on my ass. Turns out, la belle was the daughter of the leader of the Assassin's Guild. She didn't need me or anyone else fighting her battles for her."

Remy smiled, nostalgic and fond. "She kicked my ass for the next ten years, right up to the altar when we turned eighteen."

[my_own_advocate]

"Isn't that often how it turns out?" Lucifer said. "I don't know why so many people so doggedly believe love is some simpering bloody thing."

[knightinshinarmor]

"S'pose that's what some folks want," Remy mused. "Doesn't interest me much, though. My current girl --" Remy, you and Rogue hadn't been 'together' since Utopia. "-- Our relationship is anything but 'simpering'."