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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

Lucifer hadn't been back here since... everything.

And he wasn't really quite back here, yet. He just... wandered inside, past Tiny, and went behind the bar, and poured himself a drink. Drank it. Poured another one. Drank it. Poured a third.

Then he got behind the piano, and began to play. Dark, dramatic things. Perhaps a touch of Billie Eilish.

The Devil's Nest was open, though.

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

"All of our mixers have been replaced with what," Lucifer said slowly.

"Apple cider vinegar," Lucifer said loudly.

"Right, give me my phone back, I'm making a call to Gwyneth--" Lucifer yelled.

Argument concluded, Tiny walked up to the specials board and wrote down, sighing, No Cocktails Today - Beer Wine and Spirits 10 percent off.

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

"We should put a bed in the club."

Someone had gone on a bit of a bender last night. Purely to see how close to drunk he could get. But while Lucifer couldn't get a hangover, he could, in fact, stay up too late.

And so now he was sprawled in a booth, staring up at the ceiling.

Tiny shook his head and just kept sweeping the floor.

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

"A knight-themed party," Lucifer said dubiously. "Who on Earth would want to go back to the Middle Ages? Well, okay, fair, everyone was up for a few good rolls in the hay in a remarkable amount of positions, but also the rolls were, in fact, in hay, and-- are you ignoring me?"

Tiny looked down at his notepad and jotted down some notes.

"Honestly," Lucifer told him. "Just for that, I'm playing Top 40 tonight."

He stormed towards the stage.

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

"Why is there a statue of a penguin at the door?" Lucifer asked. "All the ice is gone."

Tiny shrugged, then padded up to the statue to light a little candle. He mumbled some words, though Lucifer couldn't hear them.

"Right," Lucifer said slowly. "Cult night? Not really what I'd call a crowd pleaser. I'll be over here with the cocktails."

He wrote that down on the specials' board while he was at it.

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

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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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

"I believe that's a fire hazard," Lucifer observed.

He and Tiny stared at the fireplace at the center of the club for a bit.

"And probably not in line with the building code."

Another short silence.

"It is soothing, though," Lucifer concluded, grudgingly. "Tiny? Get me a hot cocoa with rum, please."

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

"No madness today?" Lucifer checked.

Tiny shook his head.

"... Right," Lucifer said, and quite-- tentatively stepped into the club. "No madness."

He looked around.

"None?"

Tiny sighed.

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

"Does the island realize it's November?" Lucifer inquired.

He stood at the door, sipping a hot toddy, staring out into the massive, unrelenting burst of... Christmas... that seemed to have landed on their actual floor. Plush red carpeting. White fringes along the bar. Fairy lights everywhere. Delicate little snowflake pendants hanging from the rafters.

And pillows everywhere, still, of course, just now perfectly in theme.

Lucifer sighed, and took another sip. "Well, I'm not playing any Christmas classics for the next two weeks," he muttered, "But I suppose I can rustle up some songbook classics for the piano..."

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Evening

Lucifer had gotten used to all the pillows. He had gotten so used to it that upon entry, he took three steps, turned around, and let himself collapse on the impressive collection of them that had assembled on the floor.

"Tiny, help me think," he said, staring up at the ceiling. "What beverages, besides red wine, would go with the 'lay about and drink' vibe? I feel very strongly we should be able to profit from this."

Tiny made a thoughtful noise, and started writing some ideas on the specials board.

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The Perk, Wednesday Afternoon

Turns out the coziness had spread to The Perk as well. There were still a few tables, but most of the furniture had been replaced? transformed? into cozy, comfortable options. Bean bag chairs, low couches and loveseats, floor pillows, even an overstuffed recliner were spread over the space. (The recliner wasn't her armchair playing tricks, she'd checked.) There were also blankets, fuzzy oversized hoodies, and cuddly sweaters for people to wrap themselves up in. Stacks of books and magazines were randomly placed, as well as a few cooperative board games, knitting and crocheting supplies.

Ignore The Haters. Drink What You Want
Half-off sale on:
* Pumpkin Spice Lattes
* Caramel Apple Ciders
* Hot Cocoa with Marshmallows or Non-Dairy Whipped Cream

Never one to deny herself an indulgence, Liliana was ensconced in one of those extra-comfy hoodies, curled up on a loveseat, reading a torrid romance novel and sipping a warm cider. The Perk would might go back to normal tomorrow, so she was enjoying the extra soft coze today.

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

DRINKS AND PILLOWS
NOW 50% OFF

The sign had just sort of... appeared out of nowhere. As had, apparently, the massive spread of pillows and mattresses across the Devil's Nest floor.

"Did you break into the Rouge and copy our pillow room, Tiny?" Lucifer demanded.

Tiny just hid deeper in his fort.

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

"Excellent choice of suit, Tiny!" Lucifer greeted the man, jovially and impressed, as he walked into the club.

He paused a few steps in. Looked over his shoulder. Looked at Tiny again.

"... Right, that won't do," he said, pacing back to him. "Here, let me get you the number of a good tailor..."

The Devil's Nest was open. And remarkably well-dressed.

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

Duke wasn't openly suffering anymore. In fact, he seemed like he was in an altogether good mood most of the time.

That was a great smokescreen for Lucifer to privately nurse his own complicated, hurt feelings about the whole thing. Frankly, there was only one thing better: an actual smoke screen.

Which was to say he'd purchased some fog machines in a wild impulse. The Devil's Nest was currently very atmospherically foggy, with clouds drifting around the stage while Lucifer plowed his way through some of The Cure's more recent material on the piano.

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Evening

Lucifer was doing fine. Just fine. That date night had completely worked everything out of his system. Everything.

"I hate these curtains," he growled to the small cadre of interior designers following him around the club. "This shade of red is far too burgundy for my tastes. Can we have something less burgundy? But still burgundy?"

... at least he was keeping himself occupied?

Tiny just watched and sighed.

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

The Cotton Eyed-Joe situation could not continue. So early that Friday, Lucifer had put in a call to some contractors to just-- redo the entirety of the Nest's audio infrastructure.

He assumed it would take an hour, perhaps a touch more.

And yet, as he opened the Nest, they were still at it. Who knew they had that many audio cables laying around in this era of Bluetooth? And where? And why did it involve putting holes in the floor?

"I'm beginning to wonder if you are actually craftsmen, or just a set of gremlins in overalls," he muttered, as he settled at the bar.

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The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

"What on Earth--"

That was Lucifer, staring at the smoking remainder of the sound system - and the irritating earworm that wouldn't leave the bloody club. "This is your fault, surely."

Tiny looked apoplectic at the very thought.

"Right," Lucifer growled, shooting him an irritated look. "I'll just fix this myself, shall I?"

He stomped off to the piano. Soon, the bloody earworm was drowned out by the pleasant flow of piano-based versions of Rolling Stones songs. Perhaps if he drowned it out long enough, it would go away?

The Devil's Nest was open, and the Devil was playing.

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

"Protestors."

Beat.

"Protesting... what?"

Another pause.

"Noise pollution? It's a club in central Baltimore!"

Some days, being an owner of multiple clubs was a joy. Some days, it left Lucifer pacing up and down the Nest, ignoring Tiny as he barked his annoyance into a phone.

The club was open.

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The Devil's Nest, Friday Night

Someone wanted to rent the Baltimore club for an evening in a week or two. Lucifer had happily agreed.

Until he'd found out how much of a partyzilla this person was.

"I'm sorry, he wants how many crystal chandeliers?" he complained, wandering around the Devil's Nest with his phone glued to his ear. "Covered in what? Absolutely not! That's a health code violation if I've ever heard one, and not a fun o-- neon ombre? On my walls?"

It was a negotiation in motion.

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POST-WEDDING PARTY, Community Center, Saturday Evening

They might not have been billionairs, but a succesful popstar and a world leader could drum up quite an impressive budget together. The community center itself was transformed, to such an extent you wouldn't recognize it when you entered.

Unlike the white wedding, the colors were pleasantly dark, soft blacks and dark blues dominating the floor, the ceiling, the walls. The lighting implied the ambiance of a sort of upper class rave, with pops of color penetrating the darkness, and tasteful flowering plants lining the walls.

There was a dusting of glitter, a gentle mix of red and white, that blew across the floors and reflected the light at strange angles. The food served at the tables in the far corner - tastefully separated from the rest of the room with dividers that mimicked some of Van Gogh's darker flower paintings - was the work of the Hegemony's own kitchen; fancy finger foods fit for world leaders.

There was a dance floor. There was an expensive DJ, flown in from Milan. Envy's wasn't the only music being played, but it was in heavy rotation.

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