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]

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."

[okteiviakom]

Well. That made Octavia look a little more alert and focused all of a sudden.

Too bad it was just to send a sharp glare up at him.

[my_own_advocate]

"I will make you if you don't," Lucifer said simply. "Do you want to get carried all the way into the bedroom?"

Because the guest room plan just got scrapped by the state of her. She'd probably just fall out of bed in the middle of the night and brain herself or something.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia kept glaring.

She also didn't move.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took a deep breath.

"All right," he said, and plucked her back up off the floor.

Celestial strength meant her attitude didn't really come into it, once he'd decided to stop caring about her opinion.

[okteiviakom]

Upon getting picked up again, Octavia made a noise not unlike the screeching of a feral animal - and tried to hit him with the bottle.

Because there hadn't been enough to feel embarrassed about tomorrow, yet.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, on one hand, it worked: the bottle broke, shattering in a million pieces on the floor.

On the other, it really didn't, as it utterly failed to hurt Lucifer in any capacity. "You're an embarrassment to yourself," he told her, carrying her into the bedroom without as much as a pause, all the way up to the bed.

[okteiviakom]

There may have also been a little bit of bourbon on him now. But only a little bit. Octavia had made sure of that before he'd ever even opened the door.

Octavia was also just screaming, now, her indignance at not being able to escape his arms turning into rage because that was what she did with all of her emotions, wasn't it?

Everything she couldn't handle became fury in the end.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, do shut up," Lucifer said, and dropped her flat on the bed.