http://capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] capt-maxfactor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2011-10-03 09:27 pm

Devil's Nest [Monday evening]

Jack hadn't had anyone visiting (or at least, he hadn't recognized anyone, and now he felt kind of bad wondering if maybe he had missed the eunuch or Mr. Gibbs if he'd taken a bath...)

He was behind the bar trying to alphabetize the various kinds of rum, humming along with the various accordion-music versions of pop hits that the DJ (who would probably be dead by morning...) was playing.
texted3times: (so very pissed)

[personal profile] texted3times 2011-10-04 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Not so much, no. He was shooting little looks toward the DJ booth every now and then.

Run, poor DJ. Run.

[identity profile] old-and-busted.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Mr. Northman," said the man in the black suit and sunglasses as he approached the table. "I have a package for delivery that requires a form of ID please."
texted3times: (come take a drive with me)

[personal profile] texted3times 2011-10-04 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," Eric said, holding out his identification and pulling out his pen at the same time for a signature.

"Did you have visitors this weekend as well?"

[identity profile] old-and-busted.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Briefly," K replied as he checked the ID and handed over the clipboard. "They decided to hit on the hotel manager. I decided to send them home before things got... messy."

After checking the ID he handed it back and put a box on the table.

Inside was one box of dirt, and a toy truck from a Mooby Land Happy Meal, with a note reading "Told you you'd have to get used to normal boxes. I'm also taking time to point out that we didn't get to a date when I was there. Which means you have to step it up for next time. No Mooby Land. No pressure or anything. -J"
texted3times: (sincere rly)

[personal profile] texted3times 2011-10-04 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I've seen the hotel manager," Eric said with a smile as he opened his box. "I can see the appeal of hitting on her."

[identity profile] old-and-busted.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Her physical attributes were not the issue," K said dryly. "Let's just say my friends tend to be... disrespectful."
texted3times: (did you need something?)

[personal profile] texted3times 2011-10-04 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhhh," Eric said, nodding. "So you killed them?"

Probably not, Eric.

[identity profile] old-and-busted.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
That got a raised eyebrow out of K.

"No," K replied. "I just asked them to leave. Politely."

Okay. It might not have been exactly polite.
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[personal profile] texted3times 2011-10-04 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"By killing one as a warning to the rest," Eric said, nodding.

[identity profile] old-and-busted.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Mr. Northman... Do you have a morale problem here at your place of business?"
texted3times: (gif smile)

[personal profile] texted3times 2011-10-04 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Not at all," Eric said promptly. "Everyone works extremely hard."

Possibly due to the extremely short time the DJs spent employed.

[identity profile] old-and-busted.livejournal.com 2011-10-04 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"I imagine so," K noted. "Though I imagine you have to replace a lot of employees."
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[personal profile] texted3times 2011-10-04 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"It happens," Eric said airily.