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The Devil's Nest, Saturday Night

In spite of the sudden changes in town, or perhaps because of them, the Nest was opened.

Mazikeen, for one, was certainly unaware of any odd things happening. If she had been, she'd be quite glad to have not been turned into anything silly. ~~Like Saddam Hussain.~~

Weetiny umbrellas were lined up and waiting for customers.

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Drink!

Tess walked in, wondering if this could be the dining hall. It didn't look quite right, but there were tables. And chairs. She sat down on a chair next to a bar, hoping someone would serve her.

If she had a valid ID, sure.

Mazikeen wandered over to the strange girl, waiting for her to place an order.

The hospital staff looked very strange in here. "I'm hungry," Tess said.

The look Mazikeen gave her could be translated as: 'And how do you expect me to solve that?'

Tess didn't like that look. "Run out of food?" That could happen if you arrived too late.

More like they never had food to begin with. She looked around behind the bar for something edible. Cocktail olives and cherries. Just what a growing teenager needs.

Mazikeen put a bottle of cocktail olives in front of the girl.

Tess actually smiled. This was a nice dinner lady. She quickly devoured the olives and that made her feel a lot better.

The door appeared to blow open of its own accord, perfectly framing the very heroic pose struck by the pair who entered.

"Have no fear, sexy bitches!" Chronic declared. "Bluntman and Chronic are here to save your fiiiine asses!"

Mazikeen blinked a few times. Why were the retarded monkey and his attractive friend in those ridiculous outfits?

Bluntman crossed to the bar, nodding at Mazikeen with the tilt of his head that said, 'Hey baby, you need saving tonight?' while Chronic appeared to be going to harass people on the dance floor.

Mazikeen responded with tilting of her head to the side and a raised eyebrow that said 'Only from that horrible outfit of yours.' A small wave toward the dance floor asked if this was something thought up by the monkey.

The look he gave her in response was completely confused. He honestly had no idea what she was not-talking about.

Mazikeen gave him an equally confused look. The way her eyebrow moved clearly said that she liked his normal outfit better.

What normal outfit? Bluntman looked a little crushed. His designer had worked very hard on this outfit.

Mazikeen reassured him that she thought he looked quite nice no matter what outfit he was in with a small smile.

Bluntman puffed right up again. He was about to not-say something else when the retarded monkey reappeared. "Snootchies. None of these fine-ass bitches want saving. Let's fucking bounce."

Shooting a dirty look at Jay, Mazikeen reached over and touched Bob's hand, giving him a look that said she was expecting that date soon.

Bluntman beamed broadly. He struck a heroic pose before Chronic caught on and crowed. "Fuck! Someone's getting laid tonight!"

After a long day of no customers, and what flight of fancy had made him decide to open an acutal Photo Hut in the first place?, Tommy Chong needed himself, something tall and strong.

"Hey beautiful, how about a hurricane?"

Lounge!

Lucifer ignored the strangely dressed stoner running around his dance floor. He took his normal seat at his table and pointedly ignored the dance floot.

"Weird weekend huh?" Tommy asked the youngster in the lounge.

Dance!

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If only the Pornstache was an acceptable AU . . .

*stabs you in the eye*

*and plans more Chadsmut*

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The Lounge

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The Dance Floor

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