The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

"Piano? Not tonight," Lucifer said, stretched out in his favorite seat at the back of the club, near the piano. "I am tired and I wish to drink."

Tiny shrugged. If Lucifer wasn't going to be difficult tonight, far be it from him to make things worse.

He even came and brought the angel an entire bottle of his favorite scotch. There. Stay put.

The Devil's Nest was open and the Devil was in. Drinking.