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Devil's Nest [Monday evening]

Jack was behind the bar trying to make small talk with Tiny, which was going about as badly as you could imagine. So far neither of them had picked "Japan of the future!" as where they were: Jack had money down on Singapore, which was...closeish, at least.

The Devil's Nest was open! And slightly confused.

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Where rum's on special.

Again.

Where the DJ is not playing anything from the 80s, on orders from the owner.

Where there is a vampire glad to have real clothing to wear again.

He was indeed, wardrobe modder.

Eric was with his normal drink in his favorite seat, watching over the proceedings.

And there would be the man in a black suit and tie. And sunglasses of course. This time with a package under his arm.

"Mister..."

K made a show of looking at the package. Yes, he already knew who it was for. It was the show of it all.

"Northman?"

"Yes?" Eric asked, glancing up.

Oh look. Here came the flash of id.

"Agent Mannheim. United States Postal Inspection Service," he said taking off the sunglasses and then looking around the bar as if giving it an inspection. "May I see some ID, please?"

"Of course, Agent Mannheim," Eric said, giving him his driver's license.

"Thank you, sir," K said taking the license to take a look at it. "You will not believe how many people on this island refuse to carry proper identification."

He handed back the license and then produced a clipboard and a pen. "Please sign here for your package."

"Perhaps we should get an office of the DMV to correct such oversights," Eric said, signing his name with a flourish.

"If only they had such authority," K grumbled as he placed the package on the table. "The world would be such and easier place to live in. Enjoy your package."

The one on the table that is.

The one that is just a small box filled with dirt.

Eric opened the box and burst out laughing. "Jaina."

K peered into the box and shrugged before making a note on the clipboard. "Looks like dirt to me, young man," he replied.

"Oh, it is," Eric said. "It's from another planet."

"Of course it is," K said filling out one last check box on the clipboard. 'You have a nice evening, sir."

Looooooooooooooooong day omfg.

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OOC