fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

The weird band was... there. At the club. Not playing - since Lucifer ushering them off had been efficient enough to stop that from continuing - but just hanging out in a corner booth. Something about a portal delay? Octavia wasn't asking too many questions.

They were drinking for free, though. Because she knew a thing or two about being stranded a long way from home.

(And also didn't give even a single tiny damn about the profits of the Nest.)

[ooc: Opennnn, with some slow because my last week was A Lot and I am still recovering.]