Octavia had been in the woods again today, but dropped by the Devil's Nest early in the evening, intending to have one drink and then retreat back to the apartment to just... wait things out until tomorrow's camping trip.

That song stopped her in her tracks for a moment, though. She'd specifically been avoiding that one (and a few key others) in the last couple of days, veering more towards the more generally angry and depressed parts of the NIN back catalog.

"Oh, come on," she muttered under her breath - but didn't let it stop her from heading to the bar and going to order something simple but alcoholic.

She should've gone to Caritas. She really knew better.

Octavia did her best to just ignore him while he was playing. Not that it worked, between the song being familiar, and the -- state of the island. But she was stubborn, so she could at least pretend she was successful in her efforts.

She didn't even actually look his way when he came over. Not immediately, anyway.

But, she gave a tiny nod. "Lucifer."

Octavia looked over at him without turning her head, and lifted her own glass demonstratively.

"Brandy."

She'd say it was a random pick, but it was actually a comfort thing.

"It's never a week for cocktails."

She liked cocktails just fine. At least when they involved fresh fruit and happened aboard the Rouge, anyway.

"But I'm not surprised you'd say that."

Since talking to Lucifer herself, Octavia had been doing a very good job of keeping her head down and just focusing on nursing her brandy instead of looking around at people. But here was where it backfired: she had zero warning before she heard his voice, and her head automatically turned at the sound of it, and, there he was.

All of him.

In the flesh.

And it was much worse, thanks, than just talking to him on the phone, because nothing added to thinking about how slim he was at the waist compared to how wide he was at the shoulders than actually seeing it in front of her, and --

Oh, she should say something.

"... Hi."

Yes. Well done, Tavi.

Octavia shook off her urge to stare, and made a face instead. Though not a very serious one. "Jok of." Not serious there, either. The slightly wrinkled up nose said it couldn't be. "You surprised me."

And she was huffy because he was enjoying it.

(It made him even more attractive.)

Octavia huffed again, a little distractedly. It took her a second to drag her gaze back up to his face after it slid briefly down his body, as if by its own volition.

She wet her lip before asking, "What plan is that?"