The Marina, Cat Island, Tuesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

They had traditions out here on Cat Island - or, well, ways to entertain the tourists that came through here week after week. Spirits had flowed freely well into the evening, and dances and costumes and all sorts of razzle dazzle had come through the diner and engulfed the docks in light.

But somewhere near the end of the evening, close to the big finale, three people wandered further and further away onto the beach. Lucifer, of course, was carrying a cooler in one hand, and his long, thin teal shirt hung loose and open around his body.

He was smiling a bit.

"I think we're almost far enough away," he said.

[[ for them ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia glanced back over her shoulder. The lights of the marina were getting further and further away, and she made a vague noise of agreement.

She was in what had become her staple outfit for this particular trip, her much-loved caftan over a tube top and shorts - and a very lightweight pair of flats, to ward off accidental contact with plants by stepping on them.