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Devil's Nest [Friday night, after sunset]

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!

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"I have also heard that. But I thought it was just a rumor the tourism boards put out there to drum up business," she said. "Though it's more likely I just do them wrong."

"That seems more likely," Eric said, winking. "The entire tourism industry can't be wrong."

Seriously. Stop being hot. The wink also meant she had to tease back. "I'll trust you on this one," she said. "Being older and I'm sure you'd say wiser."

"Oh, very," Eric agreed, nodding. "But not in the doddering relatives that you ignore way."

"My relatives don't dodder and I couldn't ignore them if I wanted to," she said thoughtfully. "You may need a new analogy."

"I don't have relatives anyway," Eric replied, not sounding overly bothered by it.

That, for the most part, was a front.

Which figured, being a thousand and all. Even if relatives existed it would probably be hard to keep track of them at this point. "So is it just you on your own now?" she wondered.

"And Pam," Eric said, "but for the most part, yes. I prefer it that way."

She didn't remember hearing that name on radio. "Pam?"

"She's running Fangtasia for me while I'm here," Eric explained. "I made her a few hundred years ago."

Yay, family?

"Huh." Apparently him being as old as he was and talking about biting people didn't seem weird to her, but making someone else a vampire kind of did. She decided she didn't want to get into it. "And Fangtasia would be?"

"My bar in Shreveport," he said. "We sell t-shirts. It's a tourist attraction."

"And you named it Fangtasia," she said, nodding. "Well played."

"Punning used to be considered the highest form of humor," Eric told her proudly.

Jaina laughed. "It's good to know you've got that great a sense of humor. Especially when dealing with tourists."

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