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Lucifer Morningstar ([personal profile] my_own_advocate) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2020-04-14 04:49 pm

The Devil's Nest, Tuesday Night

Lucifer had done enough pre-gaming today that he almost didn't bother to open up the club, but there was at least one other person on this island who probably needed alcohol away from anyone under 21, and, well.

Anyone arriving to the Devil's Nest that night would find Lucifer at the piano, playing his way through some easy 60s and 70s jams. A blue margarita sat on the piano; by now he was hitting the 'slow going' part of the night.

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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-16 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
Seivarden might have suggested it because she figured Lucifer would like it, not that she didn't herself.

"I'll have some more drinks until you finish here, then."

And lean against the piano and watch his hands.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-16 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
"No. I'll have some more drinks."

She grinned.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-16 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Remember that song from the entertainment we watched last week?"

There had been distractions but probably not through that particular one.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-16 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"You were paying attention," Seivarden said, smirking.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-16 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad you liked it," Seivarden said. "At least I didn't have to fast forward through anything that wasn't explosions.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-16 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I agree."

Seivarden moved to sit down on the edge of the stool next to Lucifer, glass in hand.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-16 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I thought I'd try."

She rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, and if you're interested I can compensate for Saturday morning."
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-17 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
She had left him in a hurry, so a vague answer was quite reasonable, Seivarden felt.

"Of course."

She sipped her drink.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-17 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, but I'm hardly a singer," Seivarden said. "I have a terrible voice compared to you."

Who had a very good voice.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-17 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
So Seivarden sang, quietly and away from the microphone so that the audience wouldn't hear. Her voice wasn't terrible, but not good enough to entertain people in a bar.

When the song came to an end she leaned closer, slipping an arm around Lucifer and resting her chin on his shoulder.
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-18 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I suppose not," Seivarden said, adding: "That doesn't mean I'll keep singing all night. I haven't had that much to drink."
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[personal profile] 1000yearstoolate 2020-04-18 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not going to happen," Seivarden said. "I don't make that much of a fool of myself even when drunk."

That might not be entirely truthful.

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