Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Guess there were some pretty obvious perks to Duke and Lucifer's newly-constructed pool in the basement of the mansion. Like the option of a quiet, private evening swim, which was exactly what Octavia had just indulged in.

What had then drawn her up onto the top floor of the house was unclear, but what had drawn her out onto the balcony was much easier to pinpoint: the waxing crescent moon, bright in the sky. Almost painfully obvious for her, for natshana, as much as she'd tried to put a little bit of distance between herself and... all of that.

It didn't feel much like distance at all, right now. Everything with her just kept coming back to objects in the sky, didn't it? This planet. The Ark. Eligius. Natshana, skaifaya -- en deimeika. Octavia watched the sickle-shape in the sky, and gave a little sigh, like something in her chest, her shoulders, was deflating.

A thought almost flitted through her head without anything actionable catching onto it. Almost. It was a song, something she'd heard recently, fed to her by whatever algorithm took over once whatever she'd been listening to before it had run out. Something she hadn't even let play all the way through, the first time around.

As she got her phone out, she wondered whether she was even going to find it.

She did.

She pressed play, and let it play quietly out into the darkness of the evening.

Yellow sun is shining in the afternoon; I'd really like to tell you, but I feel it's too soon...

[ooc: Open, SP likely. Also yes I am magicking enough clear sky for her to see what I've been looking at all evening, shush.]

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[my_own_advocate]

She received a text not long after.

darling just checking in to see when you'll be 🏡?

[okteiviakom]

The song had finished playing... For a second time, and then silence had fallen again.

Until the little buzz.

I don't know, she sent back, because maybe moody balcony time couldn't be rushed.

But also, she knew that maybe sounded ominous (at least after thinking about for a moment), so...

Soon probably

[my_own_advocate]

nothing wrong? Lucifer checked.

[okteiviakom]

Too bad no one was there to hear the gentle huff.

Nothing outside of the usual

[my_own_advocate]

well let me know if you need anything, Lucifer texted, sitting back in his booth. ❤️

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sent him a heart back. She considered the moon again, for a moment, and almost left it at that, but...

There's drinks here right?

It was an absurd question, thanks for noticing.

[my_own_advocate]

drinks? Lucifer wracked his head for where she'd said she was-- at the 🏡🏡?? obv. what kind do u want

Did he have to go over there and make her a cocktail? He eyed the hatch.

[okteiviakom]

What kind do you have

[my_own_advocate]

EVERY kind. do you need a 🍸? i can be right over

[okteiviakom]

Octavia considered it for a moment.

Then she sent back, simply, Sure

[my_own_advocate]

Well, then. Lucifer swiped his jacket from the booth and headed up.

And then out, on the way towards the house. It really was conveniently close.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia stayed out on the balcony, waiting.

And played the song for herself, one more time.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer entered the house a few minutes later, and immediately walked upstairs, into his lavish bedroom. He made a note of Octavia on the balcony, but first--

He walked into his bar.

[okteiviakom]

The song had finished again, so Octavia heard him come in. She didn't turn to look, though.

Just waited, leaning against the railing.

[my_own_advocate]

And so, a few minutes later, Lucifer stepped through the doors onto the balcony. He held a glass with a deeply yellow beverage in it. "One pornstar martini for the gorgeous woman on my balcony."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia straightened up, finally, looking over. Post-swim, she was back in what passed for her usual clothes for this time of year (very sweatpants-oriented), but her hair was still a little damp, against her shoulders.

She gave him the softest little huff. "Why's it called that?" she asked, reaching for the glass.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because the creator felt it would be something a pornstar would drink," Lucifer said, sounding faintly dry about it, oddly enough. "I haven't the faintest why. It's just a solid cocktail."

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't think that was a job where you should drink specific things," Octavia replied, more as agreement than anything else.

[my_own_advocate]

"Or at least whatever drink gets named after your profession should be filthier," Lucifer said. "Rather than a delightful martini with passionfruit."

[okteiviakom]

"That's what it is?" Octavia asked.

Right before actually bringing the glass up to her lips, finally.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer agreed, watching her. "Felt like your speed."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took a slow but appeciative sip, very her in the quiet contemplation of it.

She didn't look like she disapproved, swishing the taste around in her mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth curved. "Do you approve?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia swallowed.

Then she reached up and pressed a light kiss against his cheek, murmuring, "I do."

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said, smiling. "You seem like you're having a decent night. Wouldn't want to make it worse."