By the Cape Rouge to the Mainland, Thursday Afternoon-to-Evening

[my_own_advocate]

There were times Lucifer really missed his Mazikeen. Times like this, when he'd gotten himself invited to a fashion show in Baltimore (how good could it be if it was in Baltimore? he'd asked at first) along with a 'plus 1'. Showing up solo might get him laid, but there also laid the unlikely but possible risk of seeming crass or looking like he needed a pity-screw.

Which left him with a conundrum called 'the only person I know with class also has irrational feelings about people who don't wear gloves'.

At least until he saw a preview image of the designer's work. After that, he had a vague sense at least one of his friends might actually appreciate it, taste or no taste.

Anyway, that was why he was wandering up to the Rouge this afternoon, clad in a tuxedo with a bowtie.

[[ for the former red queen, but can be open before she shows up chronologically ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia eventually, if anyone wanted to be there before her emerged from below decks.

"Lucifer?" she said, faintly surprised. "What are you wearing?"

She herself was clad in pricey leggings and a ratty t-shirt, because that was what was comfortable for just bumming around the boat.

[my_own_advocate]

"I have tickets to a fashion show," Lucifer said pleasantly, "And I can't invite Seivarden, because she'll lose her bloody head about the glove situation."

Beat.

"You'll have to wear something nicer than that."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked reflexively down at her clothes - and then immediately up at him again.

"Wait, I'm coming with you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, obviously," Lucifer said. "I need a plus one, and you're the best person for the job."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia really doubted that.

Just, not out loud, apparently.

"Okay, and what am I supposed to wear to something like that?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I suppose your jumpsuit would do, if you can't think of anything," Lucifer said. "Or that dress I gave you eons ago."

[okteiviakom]

"The jumpsuit it is," Octavia replied, just a touch more dryly than before. That dress was somewhere down in the hold with the rest of the stuff from the apartment, and this was not the time to go digging for it.

(For one thing, that was an operation that required booze.)

"Any other requests?"

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said, waving her on. "Go on, we don't want to be late."

To the show he had just shown up and informed her she was coming to.

[okteiviakom]

Yea, 21-year-old Octavia would have flipped him off for that one.

The 28-year-old one rolled her eyes as she headed for the hatch. "I'm doing you a favor, Lucifer." Lest he think she wasn't making a choice to come with him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer did not roll his eyes back, but he did take his flask out of his pocket for a sip, so that was... well, that wasn't really anything, really. He was just waiting.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't exactly rush, but it didn't take her very long to get changed. And then she returned to the deck in her sleek jumpsuit and a black leather jacket.

And he would just have to deal with how she didn't own dressier shoes than her combat boots.

"Good enough?" she asked, with a tone that suggested there was only one correct answer.

[my_own_advocate]

"Absolutely lovely," Lucifer assured her, adjusting his jacket. "Shall we?"

[okteiviakom]

"Sure, let's go."

What else was there to say?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer grinned at her, and waited until she came down to join him before he began his walk to the parking lot.

[okteiviakom]

Which Octavia did without any unnecessary dawdling. "I have no idea what a fashion show even is," she said, as they began their walk.

She had some idea. Just not a very clear one.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's a bunch of attractive people modeling expensive clothing by walking up and down a stage in front of an audience," Lucifer said, smirking. "Sometimes the clothing is actually good."

[okteiviakom]

"That sounds pointless."

But tell us how you really feel, Octavia.

[my_own_advocate]

"Sometimes it's fun to look at things, Octavia."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted.

There was your answer, Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

"Scoff if you must," Lucifer said merrily, "It won't change that."

He walked up to the Corvette, unlocking it with a click and hopping over the door on the driver's side into the seat.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did no hopping. She got in the car by opening the door.

"How long do you think it will be before I get used to cars again?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Depends on how many times I can convince you to get in one with me," Lucifer said, starting up the engine.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm, because it took so much convincing this time."

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you telling me I could just show up at your boat and yell 'Octavia, we're going for a drive!' and you'd come with me?" Lucifer asked, amused.

He pulled the car out of its parking spot.

[okteiviakom]

Possibly?

"No," Octavia rasped as she reached for the seatbelt after a moment of consideration about it. "This was different, there's an end goal."