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]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "I'll have to put you down," he warned. "Hold on..."

Putting her down, apparently, involved putting her on the counter.

And not to sit, but to stretch all across it.

[okteiviakom]

There was another yelp from Octavia. More laughter.

Some scrambly grabbing of the edge of the counter.

"I'm not supposed to be up here!"

[my_own_advocate]

"Be careful, you're going to fall into the sink!" Lucifer cautioned.

... as he opened up cabinets and found both the cherry juice and the flavored vodka, yes.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not falling anywhere."

Confident words from someone holding on for dear life onto the counter.

[my_own_advocate]

"Too early to tell," Lucifer informed her, filling up a glass at a 1-to-1 ratio of vodka and fruit juice.

...he grabbed another glass and made a 2-to-1 version.

[okteiviakom]

"No it's not!"

It absolutely was.

[my_own_advocate]

"It is," Lucifer told her seriously, and held her drink out for her.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, well, now Octavia had to take one of her hands off the edge of the counter. She did so, but... slowly.

Managed to take the glass without incident, though.

[my_own_advocate]

"Very good," Lucifer praised, a bit too loudly. "... Ooh I should set this down before I try carrying you again..."

And he wandered off towards the sofa with his drink.

[okteiviakom]

"You're leaving me here? On my own?"

Rude!