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fandomtownies2026-01-27 06:28 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday
"It is weeks like this," Lucifer told Tiny, "That I miss LA."
He ignored the expectant eyes fixed on him.
"Or the Bahamas," he mused, lifting his drink. "Perhaps we could go to the Bahamas. No, not you, Tiny," he added, "Me. And Duke. And Octavia."
And-- he eyed the piano. For a moment, just a hint of a second, he was struck by an... insane urge. A desire. A--
"I am not playing Margaritaville on the bloody piano," he said, and then, "Oh no, Duke really is getting to me," and then, "Tiny! Bring me a scotch!"
He tossed aside his cocktail in disgust.
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He ignored the expectant eyes fixed on him.
"Or the Bahamas," he mused, lifting his drink. "Perhaps we could go to the Bahamas. No, not you, Tiny," he added, "Me. And Duke. And Octavia."
And-- he eyed the piano. For a moment, just a hint of a second, he was struck by an... insane urge. A desire. A--
"I am not playing Margaritaville on the bloody piano," he said, and then, "Oh no, Duke really is getting to me," and then, "Tiny! Bring me a scotch!"
He tossed aside his cocktail in disgust.
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