The Devil's Nest [Thursday, all day]

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Eric had been sleeping in the coffin in his office in order to properly terrify oversee the renovations being conducted at the Devil's Nest since the entire hole...incident...thing. Lucifer's money was being put to good use, albeit through Eric's design aesthetic: heavy timbers, wooden beams on the ceiling, poorly lit corners for bad decision making--a Viking mead hall meets the 21st Century.

Plus an expanded area for throwing axes. And a tiiiny, off in the corner space for the piano he'd told Pam to procure but wasn't here yet. If someone needed to play, the old piano was there, out of tune and missing a couple of keys.

Tiny had been putting away the new stock of mead, aquavit, and rum when he bounced off of nothing heading out the door and landed on his rear.

Eric burst out laughing. "Do it again," he demanded. Tiny, looking surly, tried going outside again. Same result.

That explained the new sign behind the bar: "IF YOU GET STUCK HERE, YOU STILL NEED TO BUY A DRINK. NO ALCOHOL IF YOU ARE UNDER 21."

Eric was making the best of the situation!

[OOC: Welcome to your Thursday layover!]