The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

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So, they weren't in Maryland anymore, right? And wherever they were now, Jessica was willing to bet that these Vikings certain didn't have a drinking age limit.

At least that was her plan to argue for working behind the bar instead of the door. How well that would go over with Eric remained to be seen.

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Entrance

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Check your coat, pay the cover charge, and present your ID. If you're under 21, Jessica'll give you the big red X on your hand.

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"Hi, there, Jessica," Bo said with a smile, glad to see an-at-least-slightly familiar face in this unfamiliar place.

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"Hi!" Jessica said cheerfully. "Welcome to the Devil's Nest. I gotta ask you for your ID here, though. Eric's real serious about that stuff."

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Bo raised an eyebrow, but grinned as she pulled out her license. ...One of them. The one from Montreal. "I choose to take it as a compliment." Considering she'd been legal for awhile no matter which country's drinking age you used.

The ID was fake, but the age, 28, was real enough.

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Jessica squinted at the license. She was pretty sure Bo was older than 21, and she was good at spotting fake IDs, but the Canadian one was different. "No X for you," she said brightly, handing the license back.

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"I wasn't really planning on drinking tonight anyway," Bo admitted, now that she'd passed muster. "I came by to see if your boss was around tonight."

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"Eric? Oh yeah, he's here tonight," Jessica said. She pointed over to the VIP section. "He's right over there. You can't miss him."

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"Good, because I'd feel really embarrassed if I accidentally asked someone else for a job." Bo shrugged her jacket off and draped it over the crook of one arm. "Got any tips I should know in advance if I don't want to piss him off? Don't mention his height, pretend I can't tell it's a toupee, that kind of thing?"

The Bar

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Mod the bartender and chat with other patrons.

Dance Floor and Lounge

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Don't ask where the DJ had found Fleetwood (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peok5eeJcqk) Mac (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7ImbxkyidI) remixes (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mTfiUPofVE).

VIP Section

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Eric might be there if he wasn't off whoring around with a certain Jedi. God, Eric.

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Jessica was so lucky Eric couldn't read narrative. SO LUCKY.

With an eyebrow arch at where she was standing, he sat in his usual spot and sent pictures of his new Viking friends to Pam.

Who, no, didn't believe they'd traveled in time.

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WHORING, ERIC. WHORING.

Bored with the door, Jessica wandered over. "You should let me work the bar now," she said.

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"And why would I do that?" Eric replied.

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"Well, we ain't in America anymore," Jessica pointed out. "And I don't think the guys with the horny hats care much about a drinkin' age."

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"Not really," Eric was forced to admit.

Dammit, he hated with other people made good points.

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Logic, sometimes Jessica had it.

"So you don't have to worry 'bout breakin' any laws," Jessica said. "And I'm really good at mixin' drinks. I practice all the time at Caritas." True, she hadn't tasted most of them, but she was good at it!

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Pam wasn't the only one still having trouble believing that; Bo had only just almost wrapped her head around the island traveling at all, and only because that wasn't Baltimore out there and no matter how many times she stood at the end of the causeway and clicked her heels, the parking lot with her car in it still hadn't appeared. ...Metaphorically. Clicked her heels metaphorically.

Okay, she tried it once; shut up. The point was that now she was stuck on an island in North Godthehellknowswhere, so she really needed a job.

"Are you Eric?" she asked, checking out the VIP section's occu...oh, whoa. Ohkay, then.

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And hello to you too!

"I am," he said. "I don't think I've met you, though."

Because he would have remembered.

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Likewise. Granted, some people had longer memories than others.

"I'm new in town -- not that it stopped the guy at the other bar from thinking he'd met me before." She stuck out her -- unstamped, thank you -- hand. "I'm Bo. Jessica said you might have a spot open behind the bar?"

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If he hadn't, he would have fired the pirate.

He shook her hand with his decidedly cool one. "Can you work Saturdays?"

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Oh, Joss Whedon, what did the world do before you became a verb?

"Let me check my dayplanner." She didn't have a dayplanner. She had a hand that she could pretend was a dayplanner; did that count? "My schedule's a little packed; I'm only available on days that end in Y."

A...cold hand. She might have noticed it anyway, since Bo was used to paying attention to the energy rushing under people's skin, but after what she'd assumed had been Jessica's idea of a joke, that was...weird. Not weird enough to knock the smile off her face, but it might have blipped for a second, there.

OOC

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*whimpers* Almost done with floral hell.

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HEY NOW. IT CAN'T BE WHORING IF NO MONEY IS EXCHANGED.

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DETAILS.