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The Devil's Nest: Saturday, 9/3

"3.2% alcohol? Really?" Bo read aloud from the bottle as she stocked up the mini-fridge below the bar with quote hard unquote lemonade. "So it's like Sprite that somebody took the cap off and walked through a brewery holding it?"

She might have sounded disapproving, but in fact she was jotting it down on her mental list of Drinks Bo Can Have To Appear Sociable Without Actually Getting Drunk.

The Scrumpy Jack Cider she unloaded next? So not on that list.

[OCD is up! I am around-ish (see OOC thread) but feel free to mod Tiny for faster service if you need it!]

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"I've never had butterscotch schanpps," Hermione said. She was so young. "So... possibly?"

"Did you want to try one?" Bo should not assume things about the ages of teachers at a school which had, after all, hired her. "Usually it ends up in mixed drinks, but some people take it in a shot." She made tiny-glass motions with her fingers.

"I'm still underage in this country," Hermione told her, shaking her head.

Of course she would actually say that she couldn't legally drink even she was offered something. ~~It made her mun sad.~~

Somewhere, Kenzi was crying over the injustice of it all. Bo, on the other hand, just blinked, then nodded. "I didn't realize the faculty skewed quite that young."

"I guess so. I'm over eighteen, if that helps," she told her. Because look, at this school, you never knew.

Bo grinned ruefully at her and shrugged. "Considering they have a student who swears she's thirty-five and has the ID to prove it, I should probably have learned to stop making assumptions about anybody I meet around here long before now.

That was a new one, even for Hermione. "Who's thirty-five?"

"Scully." Bo held out her hand at even-shorter-than-Kenzi height. "Little redhead, works at the clinic?"

"I know her. She was in my class." She blinked. "I taught someone who's thirty-five?"

"I hope that wasn't supposed to be a secret or something." Bo glanced at the bar, then shook her head. "Can't have been much of one if she was willing to trade it for a beer, though."

"Unless she was really desperate for that beer," Hermione said. "Which I'd hope wasn't the case no matter what her age."

"On this island, it's pretty easy to have a day like that," Bo allowed. "But she didn't get one; I told her to take it up with the boss, because I wasn't going to make that call."

[OOC: About that potential crashing... 5 pm to 3 am, WTF, body.]

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to make him mad," Hermione decided.

And this had nothing to do with her yelling at him for not being Draco that one weekend. NOTHING AT ALL.

"Eh, he's not as scary as he seems." Bo, you've never seen him mad. And you've always been conveniently someplace else when he was killing people. "But he's definitely good for ending conversations about underage drinking fast."

Somewhere, Jaina was shaking her head at Bo and didn't know why.

"I'm perfectly happy staying on his good side, at any rate," Hermione decided.

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