fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

"Singing isn't really an efficient way to build up a military force," Seivarden said.

She made a gesture with her hand, one wearing an elegant glove with a floral pattern.

"I don't know anything about politics on this world. As long as they don't do anything stupid like blowing up the whole planet."

"They have actual armies, they just don't work out their irritations with their neighbors by invading and picking off fiefdoms left and right anymore," Lucifer said dryly.

"At least they give you songs to play," Seivarden replied, not really interested in discussing the local military forces.

"Which I prefer to local armies. Do you have plans for tonight?"

"Are you planning to start claiming my every Tuesday night?" Lucifer said, amused. "No, I don't have plans, actually. Yet. Sometimes 'plans' surprise me."

"Just a question," Seivarden said, smiling. She took a sip from her drink. "Just giving you an option."

"I do like options," Lucifer mused.

And Seivarden was a fun ~~and comforting~~ one.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to start making assumptions," Seivarden said with a laugh. "You are a good option, so it would be silly of me not to try."

The best option on the island, actually, but she wasn't going to say that.

"And I'd hardly want to discourage you from trying," Lucifer said with a wink, and another flourish, and brought the song to an end.

Yes, she saw that flourish.

"So, I have a question," she Seivarden said, resting her elbows on the piano.

Lucifer tilted his head, grinning, intrigued. "Well, ask it, then."

"Just how terrible is a long island tea? If it's free?"

Blame Summer.

"Depends on how drunk you want to be, darling," Lucifer said, reaching for a cigarette.

"It's that sort of drink?" Seivarden asked.

She rarely minded getting drunk unless it interfered with other things.

"The Long Island Ice Tea was invented entirely to get people as drunk as quickly and efficiently as any one drink can accomplish," Lucifer said, sliding the cigarette into his mouth and snagging his lighter.

"I understand there's no actual tea in it," Seivarden said. "Although that's the reason Summer suggested it. I think she plans to make it without jello though."

She took a sip of whiskey.

"Of course, she's not to be trusted when it comes to taste. That's why I'm asking you."

"Well, I can tell you you won't care about the taste about three sips in," Lucifer said lightly. "Have you ever had a Coke, by any chance? It tastes like that. And then you're drunk."

"Sounds like there are more fun to get drunk," Seivarden said. "I might have to keep up the tradition of rejecting Summer's drink advice."

"Certainly ways that taste better," Lucifer said, smirking. "More of the high-end cocktail type, are you?"

Maybe you're having a bad influence on me," Seivarden grinned.

"My influence," Lucifer said primly, "Is only to encourage you in the things that you actually want to do."

"You know that's what I meant," Seivarden said, emptying her glass.

"I was trying to compliment you on your taste."

"Sorry," Lucifer said easily, "I'm not entirely used to not getting blamed for other people's vices." Beat. "Thank you, very kind."

"Is that about your family again?" Seivarden said, trying to get Tiny's attention to refill her glass.

"And for the record all I need is to be pointed in the right direction."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to go on about Daddy Dearest again. Frankly, I'd rather die," Lucifer said, finally lighting up his cigarette. "Tiny?"

Tiny swept in and took Seivarden's glass.

Seivarden would never forget 'your human'.

"So, has anything exciting happened recently?"

Since they last saw each other which wasn't very long ago.

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