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]

"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!

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm coming back!" Lucifer protested, as he set his glass down on the coffee table. "Hold-- hold on."

He knocked one of the bags of snacks off of the table on his hurrying way back to the kitchen.

[okteiviakom]

He got back just in time for Octavia trying to sit up on the counter. It was not the most graceful affair it could have been.

Actually, it was kind of a struggle.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, oh, careful," Lucifer said, and laughed, inappropriately, as his hands came up to steady her.

[okteiviakom]

"I was being careful," Octavia objected, even though she had just narrowly avoided splashing her drink onto herself.

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't think so," Lucifer hummed, "Come, let's go."

He tried to lift her again.

[okteiviakom]

This time, Octavia held on to her drink for dear life.

She let him grab her, though.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thaaaat's a good girl," Lucifer laughed, carrying her back into the living room.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, this is not a 'good girl' kind of moment," Octavia objected. Very seriously.

... Okay, not very.

[my_own_advocate]

"But what if I want it to be a 'good girl' kind of moment," Lucifer laughed, approaching the sofa. "Mm. Good girl."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't think you decide that."

Said the woman currently being carried around like a doll.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, but I do," Lucifer said, smirking.

He... dropped himself back onto the sofa, arse-first, her still in hsi arms.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a soft 'oof' noise at being jostled again, then a very belated alarmed noise at whether her drink was okay.

(It was.)

[my_own_advocate]

"See," Lucifer sighed. "You're good."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia responded by taking a loud sip from her glass.

It was deeply ridiculous.