Bo Jones. Or maybe Dennis. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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fandomtownies2011-06-11 02:19 pm
nookiepowered) wrote in fandomtownies2011-06-11 02:19 pm
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The Devil's Nest, Saturday Evening, 6/11
The first thing Bo did when she got in was to scout around. Regular DJ in the booth? Check, and on a ZZ Top kick tonight, which suited her just fine. Clown parade anywhere in sight? No. There was a guy in a dusty Stetson who asked her for a sarsaparilla, but he seemed to be a local who wandered over from the mainland, not a transformed islander. Good. As far as she could tell, this wasn't another of Those Weekends.
Just to make sure, though, the second thing she did was make up a large, clearly-written sign and ask Tiny to hang it on the wall above his head:
All ukuleles must be checked at the door.
The third thing she did was reflect that whatever his species might be, Tiny was a pretty decent kisser.
[The Nest, she is open!]
Just to make sure, though, the second thing she did was make up a large, clearly-written sign and ask Tiny to hang it on the wall above his head:
All ukuleles must be checked at the door.
The third thing she did was reflect that whatever his species might be, Tiny was a pretty decent kisser.
[The Nest, she is open!]
The Bar [6/11]
The Dance Floor [6/11]
The VIP Section [6/11]
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