Devil's Nest - Sunday

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It was Isabela's third shift at the bar, the number suddenly seemed daunting. Somehow she'd managed to stumble upon the perfect hiding place, but she was starting to wonder if it was not too perfect. She couldn't stay here forever and she'd have to somehow try to make contact with someone in Kirkwall. Not that she knew how and maybe she would be able to think better if she could feel the lurch of a ship underneath her feet.

The Devil's Nest wasn't a ship, however. It very much remained still and so Isabela sat behind the counter, her feet propped up on a crate. She'd poured herself a glass of whiskey and pushed away the questions that weren't getting an answer right now. It was far more entertaining to think of the fun she had been having. Fandom was not without its diversions. Pretty diversions.

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The Bar

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Where Isabela won't mind even more pretty diversions.

Dance floor and lounge

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Where Isabela thought they should try playing more Orlesian music

VIP Section

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Where the view tended to be pretty

OOC

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Where I don't want the weekend to be over.

Also, get Jedward out of my head. Seriously. WTF?!