The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Last night had been okay. The margaritas had been tasty, and Octavia had acquiesced to Lucifer's request of not letting him go home alone by dragging him back to her boat with her at the end of the night. She'd passed out hard not too long after because, again, tasty margaritas.

Of course, now it was morning, and she was finally stirring again.

And the muffled little groan was almost immediate.

Goddamn margaritas.

[ooc: For the Devil, unless the neighbour wants to drop by too! ETA: NSFW downthread!]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Mggh?"

Lucifer had no hangover - he was fairly sure he couldn't actually get one - but he wasn't asleep enough to sleep through that groan.

[okteiviakom]

Until now, Octavia had been pretty wrapped around him.

But now she rolled onto her back, making another offended noise at what the motion felt like in her head.

[my_own_advocate]

"What's-- oh," Lucifer said, lazily flopping over so he could see her. "Margaritas."

[okteiviakom]

"Margaritas," Octavia agreed, with a quietly grim sort of tone.

[my_own_advocate]

"Where do you keep your painkillers?" Lucifer asked, stretching.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gestured vaguely towards what passed for this boat's galley.

"Up in the cupboard."

Then her arm flopped back down.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made an amused noise and patted her leg. He rose up off the bed and bustled about until he found the painkillers, and poured a large glass of water.

He walked back to the bed. "I'll make you some toast as well," he promised, holding them out for her. "Bit of breakfast'll help."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pushed herself slowly up on her elbows, first, so she could reach for the glass and the painkillers. The last thing she needed was to pour water all over herself and the bed.

"You don't have to," she muttered, faintly.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to let you flail around in misery without help," he said, stepping back into the galley so he could search around for some food.

[okteiviakom]

There wasn't a whole lot, because there also wasn't a lot of room - this boat hadn't been built for anyone living on it in the long term. Most of what was there was unsurprisingly fruit.

But there was bread, too, and things to go with it. And eggs. And granola. Orange juice, too.

It all looked a whole lot like Octavia, yes.

(Who was currently draping her arm over her eyes with a sigh, slumped down again immediately after downing the painkillers and all of the water.)

[my_own_advocate]

Well, the orange juice, the eggs and the bread were coming out. As were a pan, and some butter.

Lucifer wasn't going to annoy her hungover head with loud chatter, and so he was silent for a while as he prepared some food.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia was just... listening to the small noises that came from that while willing the painkillers to kick in.

She could feel her stomach protest as soon as there were actual scents wafting her way. Really should have eaten something last night.

And also drank water.

[my_own_advocate]

"Drink more water," Lucifer called over his shoulder, as he carefully deposited the egg on top of the two bits of toast.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise that had a 'yeah, yeah' quality to it despite not actually being that.

She pulled the arm off her face and got a little more upright again.

[my_own_advocate]

He tossed a fork and a knife on the plate, and then bustled back to her. Lucifer put the glass of orange juice next to the water, and held on to the plate until she was done with the water.

[okteiviakom]

Orange juice had never looked as good. Octavia gulped down the water, then held the empty glass for him to take as she took the plate.

"Thank you."

It sounded both very sincere, and very tired.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're welcome," Lucifer said, fond, and took the glass back into the galley.

Once that was finished, he sat back down on the bed. "And now I prescribe bed rest," he teased.

[okteiviakom]

"I wasn't going anywhere," Octavia said.

Well, mumbled. Around some toast and eggs.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just making sure," Lucifer said, and patted her foot this time.

Then he scooted back onto the bed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia just focused on her breakfast, for the moment. It seemed very important for her continued survival right now.

Including downing half the orange juice in one go.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer finally just slid back under the covers.

If she wasn't heading anywhere, well. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to be.

[okteiviakom]

Or like Octavia was going to throw him out or something. It was the weekend, so even the new breakfast routine didn't factor into it.

Once her plate was empty, Octavia gave a little sigh that sounded almost relieved.

[my_own_advocate]

"Better?" Lucifer asked, lazily holding his hand out for the plate.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia handed it over, then cradled the glass with her remaining juice with both hands.

"A little, yeah."

The painkillers were starting to take effect, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said.

He was, he realized, even in a good enough mood to get back out of bed again just to put the plate away.

He wasn't sure where that came from.