my_own_advocate | The Cape Rouge, Sunday Morning

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The Cape Rouge, Sunday Morning

Three people on this boat had been on the pub crawl last night. One of them hadn't drunk any alcohol, another had a celestial liver, and then... well, there was Duke.

Poor drunk Duke, who they'd carried - carefully - onto the Rouge last night and who was likely to experience a truly horrific hangover when he woke up sometime in the next few hours. Lucifer had already set out a glass of water and some painkillers for him, and was inclined to leave it that way, since hungover Duke also had the potential to be very funny.

But for whatever reason, it was morning and he was awake. And Duke wasn't, yet. And another instinct overrode his desire to stay in bed and make fun of the inevitable crash.

So he slunk out of bed, into the kitchen, and started cooking.

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"Seems unlikely," Lucifer mused, pressing another kiss into Duke's neck.

"Think you were just trying to be a showoff about how well you could drink it since I told you to," Octavia filled in, with a faintly distracted quality to her voice.

She was watching them, that was all.

"That, and poor coordination."

"Ohhhh my god I turned into a frat boy." Duke groaned and leaned over to hide his face into Octavia's shoulder.

Lucifer laughed. Loudly.

"You never dared anyone to chug anything," he assured Duke, "Nor did you shout 'dude' at volume."

Octavia pressed a quick kiss against the top of Duke's head.

"I don't know what most of that means," she said, "but you were fine."

"This isn't fair," Duke grumbled again. "You guys never get all. . . ."

He trailed off. He wasn't sure how to say what he was feeling. Like he'd been exposed and couldn't even remember it.

"Do you want me to try consuming enough alcohol to get me briefly drunk for a minute or two again?" Lucifer asked, amused.

Octavia really wasn't sure what was so unfair about something he'd chosen to do and go a little overboard with.

She said nothing about it, though. And pierced another few pieces of fruit onto her fork.

Well, Duke could be kind of an idiot sometimes.

"I don't think there's enough booze on the planet to get you anywhere near where I was last night," he said, shoving Lucifer gently. "I guess I'll just . . . live with the unfairness."

Lucifer didn't budge much, and poked him in the side. "Yes, the terrible unfairness where we managed to bear witness to you having some nice, uncomplicated fun for once in your life."

"It was cute," Octavia said, a little quieter than before.

She didn't use that word lightly.

“Mochof.“ Duke turned his head to kiss her shoulder. “It’s a lot less fun now, but I guess I don’t regret it. . . .”

"You'll feel better in a few hours," Lucifer said. "Faster if you down that smoothie."

Octavia brought her free hand up to pet Duke's hair for just a second or two.

"Listen to the Devil who made you breakfast."

Duke huffed, reaching for the smoothie without picking his head up from her shoulder.

"You two take good care of me."

Lucifer huffed softly. "You earned it."

That was maybe a bit of last night shimmering through.

Octavia's hand ended up lingering. She could pet without interfering with his smoothie, okay?

"Osir dig yu in."

Did the smoothie have a straw? Very little got in the way of smoothie drinking if a straw was involved.

Duke hummed softly, closing his eyes as he drank, holding the smoothie in one hand while the other reached for Lucifer.

He had no idea how he'd ended up this lucky, but he was slowly learning not to argue with it.