Outside Lucifer's House, Very Late Tuesday/Very Early Wednesday

[okteiviakom]

Duke had not turned up on the island for his class.

That meant that his 'couple more days' in Haven were officially up, and he was nowhere to be found.

Octavia didn't have the Portalocity app on her phone, so after his class she'd had to make her way down to the actual office in town - which meant she was now probably banned from there for her reaction to the news that all connections to Duke's universe were currently down.

And that had been before she'd come back home to the Cape Rouge and rage-screamed at the ocean.

And, then...

Fast forward to much, much later, so late it didn't even count as Tuesday anymore. (And, good, because Tuesday had not treated her well.) Octavia found herself sitting on the steps to Lucifer's mansion, cradling the remains of what was probably a rather expensive bottle of bourbon. And she was singing to herself, quiet and a little slurred. "Deimeika gonot, graun laik pauda... 'So ona trikova, ba ha na kik raun riskiwe, ba nowe na soujon --"

It cut off with a rough, bitter laugh bubbling up.

[ooc: For the patron devil of all drunken idiots, and SP.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Someone was causing a racket outside the house. Someone lucky - or unlucky - that Lucifer was still up.

It did take a few minutes before that door opened with a loud yank, revealing Lucifer in his ridiculous...ly expensive silk black and red robe, a glass in hand. "Who in bloody--"

A pause.

"Octavia."

[okteiviakom]

And it took another moment still before Octavia twisted enough to see him at the door. Her reflexes were not what they usually were, no.

Her gaze was bleary and unfocused. But, his form was an easy one to recognize.

"Ha yun, Lucifer."

A pause.

"Ohhhh, no. I should use my English, with you." Small, solemn nod. "Hello."

[my_own_advocate]

"Taim yu seimbeda," Lucifer said, and sipped his drink. "Are you coming inside, or are you content loitering again?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smiled up at him, instinctively. And then it immediately wobbled. Hard.

She preferred, yes.

And then she actually processed the question and her expression evened out. "He wouldn't want me to be by myself," she said. Wasn't as much of an answer as her following attempt to get off the steps and onto her feet was.

It was unsuccessful, though. She only really had use of one hand to help herself with, since the other was gripping the bottle, and her ass made it only a couple of inches off the steps before she overcorrected in response to a forward wobble, and ended up right where she'd started.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a frustrated sound and set his glass down beside the door. "Why does this keep happening around here?" he wondered, stepping outside.

By 'this' he meant 'having to carry people places'. As one could tell, by the way he was squatting down by her side, hands reaching for her knees and her back to lift her up.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia immediately tried to squirm away from him. Sort of flailily, except it was all elbows, somehow.

"What d'you think you're doing?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Making sure you get inside without falling on your arse again," Lucifer said irritably. "Just sit still."

[okteiviakom]

"I can walk!" Octavia declared, offended.

She was just having a hard time getting started!

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled his arms away. "Can you now?" he said, looking... unconvinced. "By all means, get up."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia skipped the effort of giving him a glare, and focused all her energy on getting up. It was a slow process of trial and error and her affronted mutters about how wonky the front of his house was, but she made it onto her feet.

She was swaying pretty heavily, though.

"See?"

... This was not walking.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "And can you step inside?" he said. "I'm waiting."

Also ready to slid an arm around her waist the second she looked like she was falling again, but hush.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's expression went grim with stubborness as she went to take a step.

... She was blaming the bourbon for the way she immediately stumbled.

(No, not what she'd already drunk. The weight of the bottle.)

[my_own_advocate]

Sorry, Octavia. But not only was that arm coming up to steady you, so was the other one to sweep you up into Lucifer's arms.

No hesitation, this time.

[okteiviakom]

Yes, well, the squirm for freedom was also a little more violent, this time.

If Octavia had had some actual control over her limbs, it might even have been effective.

[my_own_advocate]

"You can't walk," Lucifer told her, wrangling her back in place through the door - which he kicked shut behind him. "And you are extremely bloody drunk, so stop flailing."

[okteiviakom]

"So what?" Octavia grouched. There was no telling which part she was referring to. She was also contemplating throwing up on him purely out of spite.

But she wasn't flailing anymore, so, there was that.

[my_own_advocate]

He was going to have to lug her up the stairs to the guest room, wasn't he? Lucifer eyed the stairs with some resentment, but up he went.

"So what, I don't want you to hurt yourself," he said, "Much as you're trying your best right now. What brought this on?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was just hanging limply like a ragdoll, now. Also out of spite. Which explained why she was doing it even though it was actively making her feel worse.

"What do you think?"

Sorry, in her head right now this was frontpage news.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer, who had been in New York all weekend because Seivarden kept coming up with new things to do, squinted. "... Something Duke-related...?" he guessed, taking the last step onto the first floor landing.

[okteiviakom]

Just in time for Octavia to suddenly try and wrench herself free from his grasp again.

"Yes."

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia, for Pete's sake--"

Fine, they were upstairs. He'd drop her, then.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's feet hit the floor, first. Just... not really at an angle that was very conducive to staying upright. But whatever, at least it slowed her down some. Made the rest of the fall slightly less violent than it could have been.

Still fell with a thump, though. (Somehow without breaking the bottle she was still gripping as if her life depended on it.)

Then stayed there.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's eyes rolled skyward.

"You're ridiculous," he told her. "To a point where this would be hilarious if it wasn't so sad."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled onto her back.

"Fuck off, Lucifer," she grumbled, somehow more to herself than to him.

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I'm not going to fuck off," Lucifer said flatly. His voice dived a register lower, and not in the fun way. "In fact, you're going to do exactly what I tell you to. Sit up."