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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