Lucifer's Mansion, Late Sunday Morning

They'd stayed longer at the party than either of the guys had probably expected Octavia to manage to hang in there. (Not that she'd talked to... basically anyone. But she'd been there, and that was undeniable progress.) They'd still called it a night way before the party had begun winding down, though, and continued with their own, more private event back at Lucifer's house.

But nothing lasted forever. Not the evening, and not the night.

Octavia peeled herself - reluctantly - away from Duke's back, rolling onto her back before rubbing a hand over her face.

Right.

Hello, Sunday morning.

[ooc: For the two, and the glory of SP.]