Lucifer sat behind the piano, playing his way through some uptempo 70s hits. But his heart wasn't in it.

The stage: it was sizable.

The axe range: buried behind video recordings of dancing humans.

It was exactly what he had set out to do here. He should be happy about it.

Except no. He was bored.

He retreated from the piano eventually to go hang at the bar. There had to be some way to upset Eric enough that he'd push back more thoroughly, right?

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