Lucifer's Mansion, Wednesday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

That whole awkward mess yesterday had ended in Lucifer inviting Octavia over because, well. Because he felt horrifically guilty, and having long emotional chats wasn't really something he was good at when he wasn't in the middle of his own (Eric's) bloody club.

Also, generally, spending time with people went down more smoothly when there were hot tubs involved.

Either way, he was awake and upright. Hadn't bothered to pull on a suit jacket or anything else over his crisp black shirt because, well, this wasn't exactly a formal occasion.

... which hadn't stopped him from getting snacks delivered and breaking out the brandy, mind you. Either way. He was home.

[[ for her ]]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid quietly out of the tub, taking a few steps to go find the bottle. It had been an oversight not to leave it by the glass, clearly.

He returned with bottle and refilled glass a few moments later. "Should've brought this in sooner."

[okteiviakom]

"The bottle?" Octavia checked without opening her eyes. "Probably."

[my_own_advocate]

"Got a bit distracted," Lucifer said, which was the only way he'd cop to those few seconds of ogling earlier, and stepped back into the tub.

[okteiviakom]

"I know my tattoos make it hard to focus sometimes," Octavia replied, which was all the teasing she was going to do about it.

They were pretty prominent like this, though, the stark black shapes on both her shoulders.

[my_own_advocate]

"They do have their charms."

There. Lucifer had his alcohol. Now they could both languish peacefully in this hot tub for a while.