Entry tags:
Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Night
Yesterday, there'd been shopping. And today, there was...
Okay, Octavia was still not the most comfortable using words like 'date night'.
But it was probably a date night. She was even wearing a sleek black blouse with her black jeans, in an approximation of something Lucifer might like to see.
There'd also been a nice little meal, just now. And Octavia had even allowed herself a small glass of wine to go with it, the last of which she was making her way through now that they were cuddled up on the couch, still downstairs.
A little moment of rest before dessert, so to speak.
"That was delicious," she told Lucifer, her head tilted against his shoulder. "But it usually is."
[ooc: For that guy I modded, and NSFW-bound.]
Okay, Octavia was still not the most comfortable using words like 'date night'.
But it was probably a date night. She was even wearing a sleek black blouse with her black jeans, in an approximation of something Lucifer might like to see.
There'd also been a nice little meal, just now. And Octavia had even allowed herself a small glass of wine to go with it, the last of which she was making her way through now that they were cuddled up on the couch, still downstairs.
A little moment of rest before dessert, so to speak.
"That was delicious," she told Lucifer, her head tilted against his shoulder. "But it usually is."
[ooc: For that guy I modded, and NSFW-bound.]