The Devil's Nest was opening again this evening, and never had Lucifer been gladder that he opened the club on Tuesdays and not on Mondays or Sundays or, god forbid, Saturdays.
"As good an excuse as any to pre-game this," he decided, pouring himself a quick glass of scotch before returning to the ever-so-important task of picking out the right suit.
It was a way to stave off some of the homesickness that Trixie's call had brought on, too, if he were entirely honest with himself. Which he rarely chose to be.
[[ expecting two. ]]
"As good an excuse as any to pre-game this," he decided, pouring himself a quick glass of scotch before returning to the ever-so-important task of picking out the right suit.
It was a way to stave off some of the homesickness that Trixie's call had brought on, too, if he were entirely honest with himself. Which he rarely chose to be.
[[ expecting two. ]]