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Right, so Lucifer was getting up bright and early so he could prepare himself for the trip to Baltimore - possibly with Duke - to escape this caffeine-free, zero-alcohol hell-hole. Bright and early enough that both of his partners were still asleep.
Or Octavia was faking it. Or just not bothering to get up. Who even knew?
"Oh my me," he whispered to himself in the kitchen. The bourbon looked... normal? He took a swig. It was normal.
He swept away immediately to get the coffee going, and twenty minutes later--
"Who wants an Irish coffee?!"
--burst back into the bedroom.
[[ for duke, and for octavia if she wants to jump in too ]]
Or Octavia was faking it. Or just not bothering to get up. Who even knew?
"Oh my me," he whispered to himself in the kitchen. The bourbon looked... normal? He took a swig. It was normal.
He swept away immediately to get the coffee going, and twenty minutes later--
"Who wants an Irish coffee?!"
--burst back into the bedroom.
[[ for duke, and for octavia if she wants to jump in too ]]