Devil's Nest [evening]

[texted3times]

The paperwork had gone through on Eric's purchase of the club, and now he was walking through the space, dictating orders to Pam over his cell phone about the many, many changes he was going to make to the interior.

"And I'll need a bartender, at least for time being," he added. "Find someone down in Area Five who isn't too irritating and sent them to me."

He poked at the sound system--apparently tonight's musical choice was the best of ABBA--and slapped a "HELP WANTED" sign on the front door.

The Devil's Nest wasn't open for business yet, but the boss was in.

[OOC: For anyone who's contacted me OOCly about a job, or anyone who wants to chitchat with a giant undead Viking type...]

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[timedemon.livejournal.com]

Of the things Chrono expected to have remained the same...or even in tact...in his absence, the Devil's Nest had not been one of them. So it was a surprised demon who stopped in front of it with an expression of almost shocked curiosity when, on his way to Caritas to try to catch on things, he heard music pumping out from inside.

Horrible music, sure. But music all the same.

Lucifer, he was pretty sure, would not approve.

Still, curiosity drew him a little closer, and he tried the door to see if it would open.

"Hello?"

[texted3times]

Even over the wail of "Dancing Queen," Eric heard someone trying the door.

"Yes?" he answered, arching an eyebrow.

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

Chrono felt both an incredible rush of relief and a sharp stab of disappointment that the voice that answered wasn't at all the voice he remembered so easily after all these years.

"Er..." Not having thought this scenario out quite this far, as well as having been a social recluse for decades, Chrono struggled for a second to answer. So he went with the question he was really wondering. "Who is the owner of this establishment?"

[texted3times]

"I am," Eric said. "Do you wish to see the papers?"

There had been an endless parade of regulators at Fangtasia when they'd first opened.

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"No," Chrono said, feeling his wings sag slightly as he looked around to assess the place. If it was in business now, he was getting the feeling that it hadn't been for long, which prompted his next question as he tried to push familiar corners out of the crannies of his memory. "Have you owned it for long?"

[texted3times]

"A few days," Eric said. "I'm going to renovate over the next week. I've been informed that most of the children are going someplace sunny and warm then."

It was clear this held little appeal to Eric.

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"So not long at all," Chrono noted, frowning deeply. It was hard to avoid thinking that perhaps timing like that was serendipitous, but he didn't want to feel so pulled by what could be coincidence. Down that path was only trouble. Still...

"Do you need help?" he asked. Stupid as he knew it was, he felt a rush of excitement through his very fingertips just thinking about it. And he hadn't felt something like that in a while.

[texted3times]

"It depends," Eric replied. "Have you worked in a club before?"

[timedemon.livejournal.com]

"Not...officially," Chrono said after a moment of thinking how to best answer a question like that. "I knew the...man who opened this place, but that was...a long time ago."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Maladicta was not actually certain that could be classified as anything other than high pitched noise. It nearly drove her away from the club and the smell of yet another vampire on the island.

They'd have to start a club soon.

"Good evening," she said without even a hint of an eastern European accent, looking around the club. It took a lot of effort.

[texted3times]

"Hello," Eric answered, giving her a quick appraisal himself. "We're closed."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"You have a sign up for employment," Maladicta replied, glancing away. Because looking each other over like a pair of tomcats in an alley got tedious.

[texted3times]

"Have you worked in a club before?" he asked, tilting his head at her.

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Did she look like she was the type?

"No. Is it really that difficult?"

[texted3times]

"Well, there are humans around, so...sometimes," Eric replied. Because humans were irritating. "What is your true age?"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Humans are always around." Like mice. Mice that could talk and were occasionally worth her time. "The years where I am from are longer than here. But there I'm over two centuries."

[texted3times]

Eric's lips quirked up. "So at least you're not a child," he said. "Do you know how to pour drinks? It doesn't have to be fancy."

[solo_sword]

Jaina wasn't looking for a job or anything- three between two galaxies was enough, thank you- but seeing the help wanted sign while she was out drew some curiosity. Especially since she didn't even think she'd been inside this place before. So naturally, she went inside even if it didn't look open.

"At least with this music there's no worry about competition..." she said, listening for a moment and then deciding she was going to try not to listen.

[texted3times]

"Recordings don't smell like zombies do," Eric replied. "Fortunately for me. We're still closed."

[solo_sword]

"The zombies add ambiance," she said. Notice how she completely ignored the closed thing. "You look familiar."

[texted3times]

"I was here for a weekend in the fall," he said with a smile. "You tended the bar with the zombies, right?"

[solo_sword]

"I did," she replied, realizing now who he was. "You're Sookie's friend, right?" You know, the vampire one.

[texted3times]

"I prefer to go by Eric," he replied, "but yes, I suppose I am."

[solo_sword]

"Jaina. I'm not sure I introduced myself last time." Yeah, she didn't remember October that well. "So you're here now?"

[texted3times]

He nodded. "Louisiana was getting a bit dull for me. I thought I'd branch out."