Gamma Delta Phi Sorority House, Baltimore, Sunday... Noonish

[my_own_advocate]

It had been a while since Lucifer had woken up in a sorority house dorm bed, but he'd recognize one in an instant. Made him nostalgic, really.

He sat up, squinting at the wall - ah, this sister was clearly the edgy one of the house, and shook his hand. The panties fell right off onto the floor. "Hm," he said, eyed the naked twenty-something next to him, and then the whipped cream containers on the floor.

Well, that explained why he felt sticky.

He rolled out of the bed and stalked into the hallway. The house was a mess. There were empty bottles everywhere, bowls of snacks on the floor, pillows in places there shouldn't be pillows and one tall cardboard cut-out of a fireman sitting in the living room.

He peeled his phone out from between the pillows of a couch and flicked through the pictures, smiling reflexively.

"Oh, you're up!" a blonde enthused from the kitchen. Her name was... what had it been? Kitty? No, Kathy? "I'm making breakfast. How do you want your eggs?"

"Two, sunny side up, darling," Lucifer called, sinking down on the sofa. Oh, wait. Were those his boxer briefs?

"You were going to play us something in the morning!"

Lucifer thought back to last night. He did vaguely remember something like that. "You don't have a piano," he pointed out.

The blonde poked her head out, grinning filthily at him. "No, but we have a guitar."

"Ah, so you do," Lucifer chuckled, reaching down to fish it out from under some empty bottles of prosecco. "Not my usual style, but I think I can... strum something up."

He could pick up his mobster hunt later. Repression took so many forms.

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[okteiviakom]

So, a fair bit of yet to actually be played out things had been happening in Haven since Octavia had last tried to call Lucifer. And now she was taking a little moment to herself, to recalibrate.

And she was trying again.

Ring, ring.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer - currently buck naked on the sofa with a guitar sitting on his leg - grabbed his phone.

He didn't think to check caller ID this time, so at least she got a, "Yes, Lucifer Morningstar speaking?"

[okteiviakom]

"Hey."

She sounded half-surprised, and couldn't have entirely explained why that was.

"It's Octavia."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer froze.

Just for a moment.

"I'm a little busy at the moment," he said. "Criminals to catch, sorority sisters to shag, you know, all the business of tempting."

Yeah, the edge wasn't out of his cheer yet.

[okteiviakom]

"... Okay," Octavia replied, slowly. His voice sounded like it had an edge, hers sounded like she was frowning. "So should I just... leave you to it?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, and tell Duke not to worry about beach days going forward," Lucifer said. "Have fun doing... whatever you're doing."

He pulled a face and shut off the call.

[okteiviakom]

"Wh--"

Oh. He'd already hung up again. Octavia stared at her phone for a second, trying to parse that.

A moment later, she sent a text:

What the hell, lucifer?

That was more about letting him know she could tell something was up, rather than anything she expected to get a response, yeah.

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, sorry, Lucifer was going to throw that phone back onto the couch and get himself situated for naked guitaring.

And then naked breakfast.

And then naked other things.

"Well, now something's definitely up!"

... thank you, Lucifer.