Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Date Nights had a certain structure to them, born mainly of habit. But that didn't mean they needed to keep to it.

In fact, the second Lucifer had received Octavia's text, he'd mentally overhauled all of the night's plans and picked up a few munchies and sodas. Dug up some of his excess pillows, and littered them along the living room.

He had-- multiple stashes. After a moment's thought as to what type of... relaxation would be best for the night, Lucifer went digging around for a particular one. Waiting, as he was doing so, for Octavia.

[[ for octavia. TW for drug use ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia snickered. (At what? It didn't really matter, at what.) She grabbed herself a handful of chips and munched away.

Yes, all was better. Clearly.

[my_own_advocate]

At least until the next time she tried to push this 'I'm finite and my life is finite' thing on him.

"Good," Lucifer said, with a mouth full of chips. "Very good."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia said nothing, which was for the best, because that was... not a reasonable amount of chips she'd stuffed in her mouth, no.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked at her.

And the chips.

He burst out laughing.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, no.

That was chips up her nose, so what started as a laugh ended up as a whole bunch of wheezy coughing. And some giggles. Which did not help.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's so funny," Lucifer laughed, pointing at her nose.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made an affronted -- snort? Maybe? Look, she was having a hard time controlling her face right now.

"This is not how you eat chips!"

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm not the one doing it!" Lucifer told her. "You're the one trying to chew on them with your nose hairs!"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia tried for a huff, and just ended up getting more chip dust in her nose, so --

She collapsed into a fit of snorty giggles.

[my_own_advocate]

"Now, now, be careful," Lucifer giggled, "You might choke on that--"

He reached for her face, clearly trying to wipe off the chip dust.

[okteiviakom]

Some of it may have been a little gross, fair warning.

Octavia was still both giggling and trying to gasp in a few breaths.

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't make me get some water," Lucifer threatened, laughing.

Still wiping.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wheezed a little more.

"You didn't bring drinks?"

[my_own_advocate]

"They're in the fridge," Lucifer sighed. "... Ooh, I could carry you."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh!"

Guess Octavia was just going to be excitable about a lot of things, right now.

[my_own_advocate]

"Let's do that," Lucifer announced. He pushed up. "... when I get up."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia, coughing the last of her coughs, rolled away to give him some room.

"If you can," she teased.

[my_own_advocate]

"I can, I can, I'm like-- powerful-- something.."

He stumbled off of the sofa. Half-turned. And scooped her up just like that.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a little yelp, then snickered again, winding her arms around his neck.

"Do not drop me."

[my_own_advocate]

"I won't," Lucifer promised, taking very big steps towards the kitchen. "What do you want to drink??"

Yes, two question marks.

[okteiviakom]

"What do you have?"

Just the one question mark, but still pretty excited.

[my_own_advocate]

"Beer, wine, gin, some fruity vodkas, various other alcoholic drinks, apple juice, and cherry juice," Lucifer offered, as he carried her into the kitchen.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, cherry," Octavia said almost immediately upon hearing the option. She pressed a noisy kiss against his cheek. "But, ooh, is the fruity vodka good?"

[my_own_advocate]

"It's better when you're high," Lucifer told her. "So it's perfect."

[okteiviakom]

"Then I want both."

High Octavia had no care for Monday morning's Octavia, unfortunately.