The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer, Octavia and Duke had come home from the Bahamas that morning. Lucifer himself had put off going to the club, hoping that whatever shenanigans had happened in his absence would disperse by the time he arrived in the evening.

But alas. It was not to be.

"Right," he sighed, eyeing the ice bar. "I suppose it's too much to ask that we at least get a sponsorship from a beer brand or something for this?"

Tiny shrugged.

"Well, might as well make it a theme," he said. "Right. I'm going to call someone about installing a designer ice luge."

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