The Devil's Nest [evening]

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Jack was behind the bar cleaning the glassware--he wasn't that big a believer in cleaniness but his boss terrified him--while Tiny stood at the other other end of the club and sent Tino increasingly bizarre limericks.

Everyone needed a hobby, all right?

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The Bar

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Get some rum before it's gone!

Ahem. Not that you know that.

Dance Floor and Lounge

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Where the DJ seems to be on a Rob Thomas kick.

"We were drawn from the weeds, we were brave like soldiers--"

VIP Section

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Where Eric has no idea what's up with the Rob Thomas.

Re: VIP Section

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Eric preferred Matchbox 20.

...no he didn't.

He was there though!

Re: VIP Section

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Yes. It was Labor day.

Technically mail shouldn't be delivered on this day.

K? Didn't give a crap about holidays.

"Mr. Northman," K said approaching the VIP section with a box under his arm. "I have a delivery for you. I will need to see some form of picture ID."

Re: VIP Section

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Eric pulled out his driver's license and held it out. "More dirt?"

Re: VIP Section

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"I cannot and will not divulge the contents of any package entrusted to the United States Postal Service, Mr. Northman," K said in a scolding tone as he verified the license and held out a clipboard. "Please sign here if you wish to see what is inside."

Yes. It was more dirt. Two packs of dirt actually. Along with a note that read:

"It's your turn, but sped-up time means I go more places and you get more presents. Aren't you lucky? -J"

Re: VIP Section

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Eric signed with his usual flourish and opened up the gift, then burst out laughing.

He had strange hobbies.

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Happy birthday, game!