Devil's Nest [Friday night, after sunset]

[texted3times]

Eric Northman didn't get nervous over club openings--he saved his nerves for important things like potentially meeting the sun, getting staked or talking with Nan Flanagan--but he was a tad...apprehensive. It would be embarrassing to throw a party and not have anyone show up.

Tiny, the enormous bouncer, was at the door waiting to check IDs, the newly hired DJ was in the booth, the lights were dimmed, the bar was staffed, the overpriced appetizers were being prepped...it was time to get started.

Eric slouched into his leather booth in the VIP section, put a vaguely bored expression on his face and waved his hand at Tiny to open the doors.

Welcome to the Devil's Nest!

Comments

Re: The Bar!

[icecoldfrost]

Right. Sorry, Eric, but Emma was going to stare at you like you just announced you were really a unicorn and started tap-dancing to 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow.'

"Do I seem the sort to be a member of any organization that involves squealing?" she asked, mildly incredulous.

Re: The Bar!

[texted3times]

"No," Eric said, "but I wanted to be very sure. I'd need time to prepare myself two dozen girls screaming along to 'Only the Good Die Young.'"

Because Billy Joel was a huge draw with the young people. Really.

Re: The Bar!

[icecoldfrost]

"Don't worry, that song is rather out of vogue when I'm from, and this is the future for me," Emma promised. "You won't get two dozen girls singing along."

"Bon Jovi, however, is eternal. I don't care what anyone else says."

Re: The Bar!

[texted3times]

"I'll pass that along to the DJ," Eric said with the smile. "He's new."

After the song selection of the last one, not really surprising.